Ghost Whisperer

[ThePhoenixMan]

Eric Larson

Eric Larson was a young lad, just barely beyond his teens. Like most teenagers, his hormones were quite out of whack, and his social skills on par with most of his geeky, tech-oriented pals. He also was quite a horny young individual, who liked his porn. He was a regular visitor to Bill's shop, and a frequent buyer of magazines and the hottest videos.

He was particularly fond of his latest acquisition, a feature film introducing a new starlet named Mysteria Hardwood. He had purchased the film at the recommendation from Bill and was quite grateful. He had only owned the video for two days, and had already masturbated to ejaculation a total of nine times, while watching the video. He loved her eyes and the look she gave the camera, almost making Eric feel as if he was the one she was with in the movie.

He had come into town this evening to meet a friend of his, another geeky, nerdy individual. He and Nigel, both had an affinity for fine porn, which they shared on occasion. However, Nigel had never shared with him, that he had made a private, preliminary film with the newly created porn star, whom he knew to be the owner of the antique shop. Oddly enough, he was kind of embarrassed about it.

Eric was to meet Nigel at the ice cream parlor across the street. He ended up parking in front of the antique shop, but didn't have enough money for the meter. He ran into the shop and approached the woman behind the counter for change. The strangest feeling of deja vu overcame Eric as he stood there, ogling at the oversized breasts straining to bust the buttons that held her blouse closed. He was sure he had seen her somewhere before, and somehow knew that she was one of the naked beauties he had in his vast collection of pornographic material. He just couldn't place her. Even if she wasn't in his collection, she ought to be, especially with a set of knockers like she was sporting!

Her breasts were so large that gaps could easily be seen between the straining buttons. Her nipples wer so large and pointed, they looked like two pencils poking out through her shirt. His mouth was already salivating at the mere thought of suckling on those massive mammaries. He memorized her face, as best he could, in between guessing her bra size. He'd scour through his assorted collection of porn when he got home, to hopefully place the face with a name.

Finally crossing the street, he hooked up with his pal and told him about the hot chick in the store across the street. Nigel had to bite his tongue to keep from exposing all he knew of the shop owner. The two had talked about Eric's latest computer hacking attempts, and some other technical crap, that usually would occupy Nigel's time, but he seemed distracted to Eric, ever since Eric said something about the woman across the street.

When the two had left, Nigel was intercepted by Bill Smith, who had been driving by. Eric watched as Nigel leaned into the car and talked with the porn shop owner as if they had a business deal or something. The two shook hands and Bill drove off.

Eric asked what that was all about, to which Nigel lied, and said that Bill had asked him to do some computer work at the shop. Eric hopped in his car andleft, leaving Nigel, still standing in front of the parlor.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Nigel Nehmens & Bill Smith

Nigel had been at the ice cream parlor nearly every day after they had made the little impromptu film. He had been trying to gather up enough courage to go into the shop and take the shop owner up on her invitation to party again. He watched when Mike entered the store, and apparently convinced her to go downstairs. He had gone into the shop and spoken with Andrea, while the two were obviously down below.

He had cursed himself the entire time, for waiting too long. He also sat at the parlor and watched as an elderly gentleman playfully slapped her ass, which she silently took without incident. Then she had disappeared! She had not been in since, and like Andrea had worried about Melinda, so did he. But for much different reasons.

Eric's presence at the shop was merely a distraction from his routine. Nigel had seen a woman enter the shop, who looked much like Melinda Gordon, but was shaped much differently. The one who had walked inside was much more well endowed than he remembered Melinda to be. Eric's ramblings about the huge-titted woman, whose shirt was nearly popping buttons, only further confused him. He needed to see for himself, which is why Eric probably felt as if Nigel was preoccupied. When they finally left, Nigel was surprised to see Bill pull up, who was just as surprised to see him.

Bill asked Nigel how he was faring, and asked if he'd been in to see Melinda lately. He confessed to Bill that he hadn't. Bill asked him if he wanted to go see her again, to which he eagerly replied, he did. Bill told him to wait in the front while he parked the car around back. They shook and Bill drove off.

Nigel did his best to shoo Eric off, and anxiously awaited Bill as he rounded the building and joined him at the front of the store. The two of them walked into the store. Melinda looked up and had babbled something to Bill about parking, a cab, and a dark parking lot. None of it mattered to Nigel as he locked the door and turned the sign, indicating the store would now be closed.

"Guys ... what's up?"

Her voice had that nervous air about it as Nigel joined Bill's side.
Bill looked to Nigel, and then back to Melinda. Bill extended his hand in invitation to Melinda and helped her to her feet. One more time, he got the opportunity to admire what a wonderful job the good doctor had done. Her hard nipples were pointing, poking proudly in his direction. The tight blouse surely wouldn't last too many wearings unless Melinda took the time to reinforce the stitching on the buttons. Her breasts stood so proudly, almost begging to be fondled and manipulated.

Nigel watched as Bill, without request or approval, began unbuttoning Melinda's blouse. The look on her face was priceless. Nigel could see the look of shock and surprise on Melinda's face. Oddly enough, Melinda made no obvious effort to stop him. All Nigel could do was stare at the transformed woman who stood before him as Bill undid each button.

"Melinda?" Bill's voice was soft and gentle. "You remember Nigel, here, don't you? He was part of our little party, and you invited him to come over." Bill's hands were undoing the buttons at her chest, each button freeing her blouse to open wider, giving Nigel a clear view of her newly acquired assets. "Nigel's been a bit embarrassed to come in by himself, so I invited him to come on over, and see the recent improvements." Bill's hands were now at Melinda's quivering stomach, undoing the button there as he was tugging her blouse up from the skirt she was wearing. "I told him how even more beautiful, and more perfect they were, and he just had to see them." Bill's hands undid the last two buttons on the blouse, the vast expans of flesh from her neck to her waist lay exposed to their wandering eyes.

Nigel watched, mesmerized as Bill moved effortlessly behind the statue of a woman. His eyes locked momentarily on the woman's eyes whose seemed to be someplace other than there. Nigel's mouth watered, and he licked his lips as Bill's hands massaged Melinda's shoulders, relaxing her as he methodically slid the white blouse off her shoulders and down the length of her arms until it fell to the floor between them.

Nigel looked around nervously, the store lights still on, the shop windows giving anyone outside a clear view of the interior. He focused once again on Melinda's breasts, his eyes nearly popping out of his head, hardly believing how perfect Melinda's new tits were.

Bill's hands encircled Melinda's body and massaged her tits, rolling her nipples, holding them up as if he were offering them to Nigel, as if they were his property.

"Aren't they beautiful, Nigel? Aren't they the most spectacular set of tits you've ever laid eyes on? Aren't her nipples just begging to be suckled? Go ahead Nigel. Go ahead. I bet your mouth is watering right now. I bet you just want to wrap your lips around them and suckle like a little baby. Go ahead Melinda. Tell Nigel you want his lips on your tits. Tell Nigel it's okay. Tell Nigel how badly you need his touch!"

Bill's words were infectious. Nigel was in a trance. He was still finding it hard to believe that this was really happening once again. Again, he looked nervously around the store ... lights ... windows ... ??? ... !!!

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Bill couldn't still couldn't believe how firm and perfect Melinda's boobs were. The felt absoultely great beneath his touch. Her nipples were like steel drill bits cutting through his palms. They were irresistible to ignore.

Standing behind her, mauling her tits as he was, Bill's cock was growing hard once again. He had the opportunity earlier, at the house, but he had never taken advantage of her. Now that she was awake, and an active participant, Bill had every intention of satisfying his lustful desires. He wriggled his hard cock between her ass cheeks as he pressed himself closer and tighter to her lithe body.

He was showing off Melinda's new body to Nigel, a new body that he'd be showing off to a lot of people eventually. He was going to enjoy her right now, right here, in her own shop. His animalistic urges had reached their fevered pitches, and he ignored the fact that they were in a highly visible location, and well illuminated by the soft yellow glow from the numerous lights and lamps in the store. All that mattered to Bill right now was getting a piece of Melinda to satisfy his needs.

Strangely enough, Melinda was silent, except for the coos, moans, and cries of pleasure that seeped from her lungs. Bill assumed that she was either just as horny as he was, or so spellbound that she was unable to formulate any words. What pleased him most, was that she offered absolutely no resistance to his blatant sexual advances, nor did she protest the location of where things were developing.

The invitation he had extended to Nigel was eventually accepted and Bill cupped Melinda's newly enlarged melons, offering them for Nigel to sample. The weight of the firm flesh in his hands was significantly different than he recalled. Bill watched from over her shoulder as Nigel leaned in and wrapped his lips over one of the engorged, distended nipples. A delightful purr escaped Melinda's lips as Bill squeezed and pressed his fingers into the pliable orb, encouraging Nigel to take more into his hot mouth. Bill could feel her body tremble and shiver, pressed as it was, tightly against his own body.

Bill continued to grind his hard cock into Melinda's ass as Nigel began feasting upon the nipples, laving his tongue over her distended nipples, ensuring each one was shimmering and shining with his saliva under the soft incandescent lighting. The two men were enjoying the feel of Melinda writhing between them as they brought her to fevered pitches. Bill's hot breath trickled across her neck, and into her ears as he watched Nigel and spurred Melinda on.

"Look how much he enjoys those lovely tits. Go ahead, hold his head to your breasts. Guide him along, show him exactly how to please you. Feed him like a little baby, tell him how much you like what he's doing. Tell Nigel how much you want him, how much you love the attention he's giving your tits. God! Melinda! Everyone is gonna want to bury themselves in those wonderful tits."

His whisper was soft enough for only Melinda to hear, his mouth a fraction of an inch from her ear. His heated words, hot breath, filtered through her and caused her body to shudder once again. Nigel was slowly becoming more confident, Melinda, seemingly taking Bill's advice, cupping his head as he suckled from each tit, alternating back and forth.

Bill's hands moved from her tits as Nigel and Melinda were enjoying each other. They roamed over her quivering stomach, the bare flesh, as it rose and fell quickly with each breath she took. He reached the hem of her slim black skirt and traced the hem, working a finger, then two between the fabric and her flesh, coming around to the back where he located the zipper. He fumbled with the zipper, and finally lowered it, parting the black folds so that her skirt could slide along her silken legs down to he floor, joining her white blouse.

Bill lowered his way along Melinda's body as the two of them continued worshipping her body. When Bill reached her pert, cute ass, he rolled the panties over her hips, leaving her only in her stockings and flats. Bill worshipped her ass with his mouth as his hands roamed along her legs, parting them as they made their way back up along the insides of her thighs. When his hands reached her sex, he was surprised to see how wet she was. She was soaking wet, and his middle finger slid quite easily between her swollen folds.

Bill fingered her, teasing her clit as he did so, feeling her pussy trying to grip his calloused digit. He finger fucked Melinda for quite some time inserting one, then two, and eventually three fingers into her sloshing, clenching, velvety wetness, stretching her in preparation for his thick cock. Her trembling quivering legs told Bill she'd not be able to stand much longer.

Bill quickly undressed, in between his ministrations to Melinda's sex. Bill sat in the chair she had been sitting in earlier. He streched out between Melinda's parted legs, his cock pointing straight up. He grabbed Melinda's hips and pulled her back, and eased her down onto his lap, her pussy stretching lewdly to accept his familiar cock. Bill suggested that Nigel strip down also, and join in on the fun.

As Nigel was removing his clothes, Bill whispered into Melinda's ear again. "Wouldn't it be nice to have him slide his long hard cock between those titties? I bet he'd love that, and you can suck that purple tipped snake every time it pops out between those tits."

Nigel stepped up between Melinda's parted legs, the view of her stretched pussy riding Bill's slick shaft, in plain view. His eyes moved back to his facination, those magnificent new tits! Bill watched as Melinda took charge, and suckled Nigel's cock, layering a thick coating of spit along its length. Then just as Bill had suggested, she pulled Nigel even closer, burying the slick stick between her sweaty breasts. Nigel's hips began rocking as he slowly pumped up and down in disconcert with her own bouncing on Bill's cock. Every now and then, Melinda would manage to catch Nigel's cock in her ovaled mouth, laving more wetness upon it before it slid back down, out of reach.

"Go ahead Melinda. Press those titties tight together! Make it nice and tight for his cock!" Bill's words spurred Melinda on even further.

The two fucked Melinda, and Bill swore she had climaxed several times, her cries filling the small shop, her spasms, jerking her body, her convulsions clenching his cock. He was near to cumming himself and knew Nigel couldn't be that far off either. He was not about to stop until they were both satisfied and satiated. And then it happened!

Nigel groaned and warned Melinda of his near release. When Bill heard his words, he yanked back on Melinda's hair, stretching her neck back. Nigel's hot seed shot like a bullet from his pumping cock. It smacked her in her outstretched neck, the arcing trails of the comet draping down, dribbling over her heaving tits. His subsequent spurts coated her tits with his spunk.

The heat of the moment, the groans, the smell of sex, and the cries from Melinda were enough to finally trigger Bill's release, and he flooded Melinda's insides with his own seed, relishing in the feel of her pussy milking every last drop from his cock.

He collapsed back onto the chair, releasing his grip of Melinda's hair, letting her suckle any remnants she could from Nigel's cock. Exhausted, Bill suggested to Melinda, that she ought to rub the protein over her breasts, and thank Nigel for his help!

 

[little_golden]

Melinda Gordon gasped in astonishment at the two men (Bill and Nigel) because they kept eyeing her up and down as if she were a Christmas turkey that they were about to eat. She could see Nigel unconsciously smacking his lips as he moved closer and closer. Bill wasted no time as he took in her new curves and voiced his approval. He was smiling and there was a child’s look of mischievousness in his sparkling old eyes. It all very unnerving to Melinda.

“Oh Bill… The last thing I needed was bigger breasts…. I don’t know what happened… I thought I was going in for a consultation or something and came out with these over sized breasts…. My head was spinning when I left there… Their so big… Just look at them… Oh my… Oh my… There is just no way I’m going to be able to hide them…. I have no idea how I’m going to explain them to Jim… I don’t know if he’ll be angry or happy….. More problems” Melinda in a genuine needy voice. It was all so very overwhelming to her. If she could she would wish herself out of the whole mess but life just didn’t work that way.

The men were moving still closer. Melinda’s nervousness translated into a stall tactic:

“ And you still owe me an explanation on the whole surgery thing… Why did the studio want me to have bigger breasts? So far all that they’ve caused is a whole lot of unnecessary attention … There was a young guy in here earlier and he looked as if he died and went to heaven. He was staring and it made me very uncomfortable… It’s crazy” Melinda told Bill and Nigel as they moved closer and closer.

A chill went through the air and Melinda could sense the arrival of Candy. Though she couldn't yet see Candy, she could hear her ghostly voice whispered in her ear, though unknown to the two men:

"You're going to get fucked... Fucked really good.... You better go along with it... or else... Jim is fighting a house fire.... It's pretty tricky... I could make it go real hard for him... Wouldn't it be awful if he got trapped.... or burned alive... or just burned enough so he never walks again... But I know you Melinda... You'll play along...." Candy hissed.

Melinda's voice had that nervous air about it as Nigel joined Bill's side. She wanted to argue with Candy but couldn't with Bill and Nigel in the room. She knew she would look like a complete lunatic. The last thing she wanted to expose was her secret that she could see and talk to the dead.

Melinda watched as Bill looked to Nigel, and then back to her. Bill extended his hand in invitation to Melinda and helped her to her feet. One more time, he got the opportunity to admire what a wonderful job the good doctor had done. Her hard nipples were pointing, poking proudly in his direction. The tight blouse surely wouldn't last too many wearings unless Melinda took the time to reinforce the stitching on the buttons. Her breasts stood so proudly, almost begging to be fondled and manipulated.

Nigel watched as Bill, without request or approval, began unbuttoning Melinda's blouse. The look on her face was priceless. Nigel could see the look of shock and surprise on Melinda's face. Oddly enough, Melinda made no obvious effort to stop him. All Nigel could do was stare at the transformed woman who stood before him as Bill undid each button.

"Smile Melinda... Keep the men happy... Show them what a slut you are... Look at those big boobs.... You're a natural busty hussy.... Show them off... Let those boys have a real good time... Let them see that beaver you used to keep locked away for Jim's eyes only...." Candy's words cruelly cut into Melinda;s very soul.

“Oh Bill” Melinda spoke in a chiding tone but Bill slipped behind her and then ran his hands over her body from behind. She could sense him squeezing her breasts and enjoying the rush. She herself experienced her own arousal from his touch and the gut instinct in the pit of her stomach that told her she was about to get fucked.

“Bill” Melinda spoke a little louder and a little more seriously. She couldn’t see his face but the look on Nigel’s face told her that he was to something and that the two men were sharing a joke at her expense.

"Melinda? You remember Nigel, here, don't you? He was part of our little party, and you invited him to come over" Bill spoke softly. It distracted her as she tried to connect the name and the face. Slowly she nodded her head. Truthfully she only vaguely remembered his face and didn't remember his name at all.

Oh God… He just popped one my buttons!” Melinda realized as a tight section of fabric from her blouse.

And another one Melinda thought as she could feel her face go red as she started to blush. Nigel was grinning in delight as his eyes were telling both Bill and Melinda – “more-more”.

Melinda gave a nervous giggle. It wasn’t that she was happy or saw something as funny. Rather whenever she was extremely nervous about something she broke out into a series of small silly giggle sounds.


Bill continued on as if everything going on was completely normal:

"Nigel's been a bit embarrassed to come in by himself, so I invited him to come on over, and see the recent improvements."

Oh no.. another one… there goes the last at the top…. Melinda sensed and then her blouse slid open at the front and her majesty melon like breasts were fully exposed to anyone who cared to look in her direction. Bill took the opportunity and ran his hands back and forth over them several times as he admired their sheer size and shape. With the lights on in the store, and darkness ascending over the town, anyone passing the shop and glancing in would be able to see Melinda’s magnificent breasts as she stood before the counter with Bill now cupping her breasts and the teasing her nipples.

Bill's words were soothing: "I told him how even more beautiful, and more perfect they were, and he just had to see them."

Oh God… I can feel them… NHO… I’ve got nipple hard-on…. Melinda realized as he nipples extended to full size. Thanks to the efforts of the plastic surgeon her erect nipples were twice the size of what they used to be. They felt like huge diamond points jetting out.

"Oh... really.... I'm surprised... He's welcomed to come in and visit" Melinda managed to say while she let her breasts jiggle slightly as her weight shifted. She could see Nigel's eyes following her nipples back and forth. He was entranced with her breasts. She wanted to run from the room and lock herself in the bathroom. But with Candy's threats she didn't dare resist Bill or Nigel. Melinda could sense that Candy was somewhere in the room and watching the whole thing.

Melinda forced a smile on her face as Bill's big rough hands reached across her quivering stomach and the tugged the last remnants of her white blouse from the back of her black skirt.

Oh God... He's going to take it off... I don't know if I can do this... I must... I will... For Jim... Melinda told herself as Bill's hands were working hard.

Melinda's brain snapped back to reality as Candy's ghostly voice boomed out:

"That's it whore... Two men and a whore on a counter... all you need is an audience... Oh look over at the window... "

Melinda looked towards the large front window of the store. To her shame a older homeless man, sipping on a bottle in a brown bag, and jerking his cock with his free hand was watching in complete glee. To him it was live porn in action. There was a rush of heat and arousal throughout Melinda as she was turned on by the fact that there was an audience and the risk of discovery had just increased again.

As Bill slipped Melinda blouse to the floor, Melinda tilted her head from side to side, almost as if posing for the two men. There was a certain electricity in the room.

"Ohhh that's nice" Melinda spoke in a soft honest tone as Bill's hands massaged Melinda's shoulders. It was relaxing and soothing. She felt comfortable and safe with Bill.

"That's it... Let them all look... Let them touch your puppies... and tease them too... You're getting more and more horny Melinda... Feel that heat between your legs... You need cock Melinda... You know it and I know it... You can't stop yourself...." Candy hissed into Melinda's ear.

Bill's hands encircled Melinda's body and massaged her tits, rolling her nipples, holding them up as if he were offering them to Nigel, as if they were his property.

Melinda forced another big smile and flashed her pearly white teeth at the men.

Bill spoke in a coaxing voice:

"Aren't they beautiful, Nigel? Aren't they the most spectacular set of tits you've ever laid eyes on? Aren't her nipples just begging to be suckled? Go ahead Nigel. Go ahead. I bet your mouth is watering right now. I bet you just want to wrap your lips around them and suckle like a little baby. Go ahead Melinda. Tell Nigel you want his lips on your tits. Tell Nigel it's okay. Tell Nigel how badly you need his touch!"

"Yes... oh yess" Melinda told Nigel with a wicked grin.

"Please... They need attention... Look how happy and hard they are... I'm so glad to see you boys tonights... I was feeling bored and lonely" Melinda managed to say. She didn't know where those words had come from. They just flowed on their own from her brain.


Melinda knew it would soon began. She cupped her breasts to draw Nigel closer. The sooner she got the men off the sooner the situation would be over.

"Ooo" Melinda gasped as she bit her lower lip. Her needs were intense and Bill was triggering a raw primal urge in her as he mauled more roughly at her big tits. She could feel the bulge of Bill's cock against her rear end. Bill wiggled his hard cock between her ass cheeks, pressed himself closer and tighter to her lithe body.

"Yes... Oh yes.... Don't tease me Bill... I need it... Give it to me honey... Both of you" Melinda blurted out with determination.

I'm turning into a slut... Candy is right... I need their cocks... I'm hungry for them.... Oh God... Melinda secretly realized.

"Ooooo... Come on boys... Let's get it on....[/I] Melinda teased as she took on an air of confidence. She was faking the confidence but the men would never know that. Bill cupped her newly enlarged melons, and signaled Nigel to jump into the action.

"Hmmm ...yesssssssss....oooooooooo.... yaaaaaa" Melinda gasped out in pleasure as Nigel leaned in and wrapped his lips over one of the engorged, distended nipples. Bill added to her pleasure as he continued to play with her tits and further heightened her sexual stimulation. Nigel slipped more and more nipple into his hot mouth and Melinda lost control as her body trembled and shivered. She felt a mini-orgasm erupt within her and blast of her love juices signaled to her brain that she wanted cock. She needed it now while the fever raged within her.

"Oh Bill... Oh Bill" Melinda purred as Nigel suckled her big nipple and Bill continued to grind his hard cock into Melinda's ass. Bill's hot breath trickled across her neck, and into her ears as he watched Nigel and spurred Melinda on. Goose bumps spread across her neck and arms. Her body was hot and a light perspiration flowed between her breasts.

Bill the ever pro spoke coolly and lovingly:

"Look how much he enjoys those lovely tits. Go ahead, hold his head to your breasts. Guide him along, show him exactly how to please you. Feed him like a little baby, tell him how much you like what he's doing. Tell Nigel how much you want him, how much you love the attention he's giving your tits. God! Melinda! Everyone is gonna want to bury themselves in those wonderful tits."

Melinda didn't speak as her brain was momentarily fried from the passion burning within her. She pulled Nigel's head in closer and closer and soon Nigel was suckling like a baby and Melinda felt motherly to him and she let him rotate his sucking from nipple to nipple. Never in her life had her nipples been sucked so hard and long.

"Oh yaaaaa... That's so wonderrrrfullllll" Melinda moaned. She had no realization that Bill was moving in for sweet pussy as he reached the hem of her slim black skirt and traced the hem, working a finger, then two between the fabric and her flesh, coming around to the back where he located the zipper. He fumbled with the zipper, and finally lowered it, parting the black folds so that her skirt could slide along her silken legs down to he floor, joining her white blouse.

"Come on boys... Let's do it... Right here... Right now... I can't take this teasing... I'm just a woman.... and I need you..." Melinda whispered in a needy voice.

Bill easily rolled her white panties over her hips and they dropped to the floor. Now she stood before the men dressed only in her stockings and flats.

Bill's hands were roaming along her lovely legs, and he was parting them as his hands made their way back up along the insides of her thighs.

"Ohhh yessss" Melinda moaned as Bill's hands reached her hot sex, and he smiled as he touched her hot wet pussy and easily slipped his middle finger in and out of her sweet hot wet honey hole.

Melinda bucked in delight at the touching and manipulation of her sweet pussy. She wanted his big cock so she started to grind backwards against Bill's hands and thereby trying to force his finger in deeper and deeper. Then Bill fingered her, and teasing her clit.

"Ohhhhhh.... MMMMMMM....oooo.... that's the spot I like" Melinda moaned out like a whore in heat. He was finger fucking her and she was in sheer heaven with the foreplay that was stoking her. She was more than ready and now reaching back to rub the big bulge and to try encourage him to free his beast.

Nigel distracted Melinda as he guided Melinda to the counter top near the cash register. While he again explored her breasts, he now softly bit at her nipples which again sent a wet rush through her pussy. Melinda spread her legs wide to Nigel's grin as he took in the invitation that the horny Melinda Gordon was offering him.

"My nipples... so their so big... their so senstive...." Melinda gasped aloud.

Melinda couldn't feel Bill grinding against her for twenty seconds or but then she saw Bill moving out from behind the counter and then pulling out an antique chair from a display. It was a two thousand dollar chair from 16th century France. Seconds later Bill carried her off the counter and let her sit on his big cock as he sat down on the antique chair.

"Uggghhhhhhh!" Melinda grunted like a beast. His big cock found her sweet wet opening and she descended on his pole as much from his pulling down on her as her own weight was pulled by gravity down. Though the first free fall on his cock borough pleasure and a moment surprise, as she moved her body up and down on Bill's cock she was now screaming out in delight.

The bum looking through the front window was wide eyed and he called out to several of his street buddies to come and watch the action. Melinda closed her eyes and let Bill help to guide her up and down as she moaned and screamed out in passion and delight. Unknown to Melinda Bill signaled for Nigel for his to undress too.

Bill planted the suggestion on the hopelessly out of control Melinda as he whispered into her delicate ear:

"Wouldn't it be nice to have him slide his long hard cock between those titties? I bet he'd love that, and you can suck that purple tipped snake every time it pops out between those tits."

"Oh yess..... anything for you Bill.... I'll make him happy too... Right here Nigel... " Melinda spoke, as she opened her eyes. She pulled Nigel even closer, and then sucked his hard cock. Nigel wasn't as big or thick as Bill but he eager and ready and available. She licked his cock up and down and gave it a long slippery coating of spit and then she pressed her mountains of hot flesh over his cock and thereby created a new cunt like opportunity for Nigel.

"Oh... You like that... That's it Nigel... Pump it lover boy" Melinda hissed in sexy voice. Nigel's hips began rocking as he slowly pumped up and down in disconcert with her own delicious pussy bouncing up and down on Bill's cock. When she could manage lowered her mouth to catch Nigel's cock and to suck it
a little more to keep his hard and happy.

Bill pushed her:

"Go ahead Melinda. Press those titties tight together! Make it nice and tight for his cock!"

Melinda pushed her knockers even closer and Nigel got more and more excited. Melinda bounced about and felt a series of hot pleasure orgasmic delight flooded her senses. It was exhausting and she was panting like a wild dog.

It was all a blur thereafter. It could have been 5 seconds or 50 minutes. The two men fucked her hard and long at their pace and leisure. Then at a last Melinda was rewarded with Nigel's cavemen like grunt as a hot spot of spunk filled between her huge slippery breasts.

"Ouch" Melinda grumbled as Bill yanked back on Melinda's hair, and stretched her neck backwards. Nigel surprised her as he pumped another load of sticky hot cum between her breast and now it flowed downwards from her mountains to her tummy and dripped lower and lower.

"AAaaaa" Melinda managed to groan as Bill erupted as he planted himself as deep within her pussy as possible. Melinda continued to ride his cock up and down for another twenty or thirty seconds as Bill flowed like a river into her.

"Oh God... That was wonderful!" Melinda spoke up between her pants as she tried to recover her breath from the work out. She felt Bill release his grip of her long brown hair.

"Ummm yeah" Melinda mumbled as Nigel stuck his cock in her face for a little clean-up. Melinda didn't protest and instead sucked him off as she licked all around Nigel's cock.

Bill coached her to rub the cum on her breasts and so she used her right hand to rub Nigel's cum all over her big breasts from top to bottom. It was amazing just how slick and wet she felt.

"Tap... Tap... Tap" came the sound from the front window. It seemed like a knock on the store's door but as Melinda looked towards the front of the store she could see several faces staring at the trio through the window.

As Melinda slid down off of Bill's cock she felt his see now dripping from her pussy and down her legs.

"Show the boys at the window your pussy... Show them your big boobs... Most of those ragged men haven't seen a bitch like you in ages.... " Candy's voice boomed out from a corner of the room.

No... Enough Melinda spoke in her mind to Candy. A chill went through the air. Guilt and shame flooded through Melinda. At that instant Melinda felt Candy taking over her body. She became trapped in her body and Candy now directed the next scene.

While Nigel and Bill watched the bums in the window, Candy walked straight towards them the voyeurs while she wiggled her ass Bill and Nigel.

Please no Candy... Please.... Enough Melinda tried to stop Candy but couldn't.

Candy then very slowly turned Melinda's body around and around for the bums to see and appreciate. A soft music drifted over Melinda's ears and then like a stripper Candy leaned forward to let Melinda's big knockers dip towards the floor and to let the bums appreciate their sheer mass. As they watched Candy pulled on Melinda's right nipple to her mouth and then teased it by flicking her tongue against her hard extended nipple.

Melinda could see a few of the men actually jerking off. Candy then spun around several more times and then cupped her breasts as she continued the show Melinda's body. After two minutes of dancing and prancing Candy turned and smiled back at Bill and Nigel.

"We had an audience and I wanted to advertize a little" Candy spoke confidently in a sultry voice. Candy leaned forward and wiggled Melinda's ass at the window. It was only a two minute performance but the bums would have a lot to think and dream about that night.

Walking back to Bill and Nigel, Candy spoke up:

"I need a drink and some smokes!"

In their eyes, Melinda could see the men have loved the fucking and the little after show too. Candy was basking in their attentive gazes.

"I think the liquor store is still open... I'll get us a bottle of Jack Daniels and some smokes" Candy announced. She moved to the cash register and pulled out a $20 bill.

Oh not naked! Please no... I'll be ruined! Melinda begged Candy.

As Candy walked to the door, she grabbed a fur coat off a display, and threw it over her shoulders. The men watched as Melinda Gordon walked out of her store and across the street to the liquor store....

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Ryan Sturman (Liquor Store)

Ryan was cleaning up the liquor store, preparing it for closing. He was sweeping the floors, and checking the clock consistently, waiting for when he could lock the doors. He wanted to get out of there and meet his buddies, for a late night of rowdy partying. He had just gotten back from college, and wanted to catch up on recent events.

Working this job was part of his normal every summer routine. It was his father's place, and it was easy money. It was boring, working the night shift, but it occasionally had its perks. He had met his lates girlfriend while working at the store. She had come in with a bunch of her friends, and the two were immediately smitten with each other. What Ryan hated about the job, was the boredom between customers, and the drunks, and homeless winos that would repeatedly drop in for their latest fix, usually paying for their fifths in a brown bag with loose change.

Ryan wasn't too familiar with the neighbors in the business district, other than the ice cream parlor, where he'd visit on occasion. All the promotional banners and signs plastered over the windows blocked any view of the street the other store owners would have.

Looking at the clock on the wall, Ryan was relieved to see that it was finally time to close the door. He leaned the broom against the aisle of wine bottles and hastened towards the door. Just as he reached the door, it was pulled open and caught Ryan by surprise.

"Oh! Excuse me!" His eyes widened as he saw the woman, who seemed rather flushed, in a full length fur coat, walk into the store. "I was just about to close up, but take your time. I'll be over here if you need anything.

Ryan felt a certain tingle race through him as she looked over her shoulder and flashed him a wide smile, thanking him. She then turned and went on her way, searching for the whiskey. Ryan stood there ogling at the way her hips sashayed within the fur coat, momentarily mesmerized before she disapppeared from his immediate sight.

Ryan turned back tot he door, holding it with one hand, reaching for the lock with the other, when he spotted Frank on the other side. Frank was reaching for the door, his eyes pleading with Ryan to let him in. Ryan only cracked the door open, sticking his head out just far enough to tell the filthily dressed bum that they were closed.

"Sorry Frank. The store is closed. I gotta get everyone outta the store. You know how my dad is about sticking to the rules."

Ryan could see four other ne'er-do-wells standing behind Frank, looking at him quite expectantly, their eyes wide with need. Ryan felt as if one of them had won the lottery and were gonna spend their winnings on booze for everyone. Then Frank, in a whispered voice, pleaded with Ryan.

"That woman. The one in the fur coat. She's naked underneath! I tell ya Ryan, she's hot to go! Let us in, and I guarantee ya, ya'll get some prime pussy, or at least some awesome head. She just did two guys across the street. We saw the whole thing through the window. She even gave us guys a little show. I tell ya Ryan, this is the real thing. Let us in?"

Ryan looked back over his shoulder towards where the woman was shopping, she was bent over, looking at the bottles of Jack, her fur covered ass waving at him. He knew he shouldn't allow himself to be swayed by Frank, but the sincerity in his voice and the pleading in all their eyes convinced him that he was not lying. Besides, the story was so bizarre, it had to be true!

He hushed the men as he held the door open for them. Frank, Wayne, Jerry, and Tom all came through the doorway. The stench from the combined men was a bit overwhelming, but Ryan withstood it. He locked the door, flipped the sign, and flicked the switch that turned off all the neon advertising signs, darkening the exterior of the store, and dimming the interior.

Ryan, with a sudden sense of confidence strolled down the aisle, the four derelicts following close behind. He came upon the woman, who finally stood up holding a large bottle of Jack. Her eyes went wide, seeing the bevy of men standing before her, yet they held a sparkle of excitement. He closed the distance till he was directly in front of her.

"It seems you've gathered quite a following. The guys here say you put on quite a performance across the street." His hands reached out and ran along the collar of the fur coat, feeling the hairs beneath his palms. She hadn't moved one bit, allowing Ryan's hands to do what he pleased. And with little effort, he undid the coat. "The guys here say you're naked underneath, and that you'll show me a good time." Ryan's hands parted the coat just enough to prove their point, a clear view of nothing but flesh from her neck all the way down to her bared pussy. Ryan ran his hands along the fur some more, seeing absolutely no resistance from the woman in his store, pulling it open, wider, until her huge breasts literally popped out at him. He slid the coat just beyond her shoulders and tucked it on either side of her, as if she were posing. "Well now, it looks as if half of what they told me is true. How about the other half?"

The woman still said nothing, her eyes were a mixture of shock and anxious anticipation. Her huge tits were rising and falling quickly with each ragged breath she took. Ryan wasted no further time, dropping his head onto one of those extraordinary tits, his hand mauling the other. Her moans and cries of release were quickly followed by a melting of her body to his touch. She had gone limp and given herself over to Ryan's advances, letting him play at will.

The other men had quickly encircled her and taken the coat all the way off. They laid the coat on the dirty tile floor, as if it were a blanket. Thier dirty hands were upon her flesh like flies to flypaper. They poked, prodded, pinched, rubbed, wherever they could reach. Her own hands had moved to cradle Ryan's head and encourage him, just as she had done with Nigel earlier.

Ryan feasted back and forth between the tits as she directed his attentions, his teeth raking deliciously over her long nipples. The ten hands worshipping her body, quickly had the gorgeous woman trembling uncontrollably. With Ryan's assistance and direction, they allowed her to kneel upon the fur coat. The bums' hands continued their free reign over her body as Ryan freed his cock to the panting woman. He wasted no time, cradling her head, just as she had done his, directing her where he wanted her mouth. As Ryan looked down, he could see dirty hands mauling each bouncing breast as she bucked up and down on the fingers in her pussy and ass. She sucked him with a wild abandon and a fiery lust that he had never experienced. He knew he wouldn't last long if there wasn't some diversion.

The diversion came in the form of Frank, who dropped his soiled trousers and smacked his raging boner against her cheek. The woman finally pulled off of Ryan's cock and gave Frank's equal attention. Next thing Ryan knew Jerry had his cock out, begging for attention on the other side. The woman was now diverting her attention among three cocks while the other two, who were bringing her to another orgasm, were seeing what was evolving. Tom had slipped out of his pants and slid beneath her, directing his dirty cock into her overly lubed pussy, still flooded with Bill's cum. Tom was fondling her ass as she settled down onto him, still tending to the three cocks alternately. Wayne moved up behind her and grabbed a handful of her long hair and wrapped it around his cock as he slowly jacked himself.

The oversexed woman was delirious as she came, and came, time and time again, the guys reaching down to pinch her nipples tugging on them continually as she serviced each of the cocks diligently. Tom was the first to lose control, grunting and bucking as he refilled the sloshing pussy with his backed up seed. His release seemed to light the fuse for everyone else's release. Tom had slipped back out from the group, wiping his cock clean on a sleeve of the fur coat, as he watched the others. Jerry announced his nearness and started jacking his cock furiously, turning the woman to face him so he could fill her open, waiting mouth. His first shot, streaked past her open mouth and filled her eye, only the tail of the comet, dangling down into her mouth. His second and third spurts filled her open mouth. Frank quickly turned her to face him so that he could do the same. As Frank was plastering her face in a similar manner, Jerry was dribbling the remnants from his cock onto her tits. Frank also applied an abundant amount of his seed on her tits. Wayne, continued jacking with her hair wrapped around his cock, and when he finally let loose, he aimed it at her rosy red cheeks, causing it to drip lewdly down onto her heaving tits.

Ryan was the only one who had held out and the woman renewed her undivided attention on his cock, finally coaxing a hunger filling load from his cock, one which she greedily swallowed. She collapsed back onto the fur coat, her cum covered face and tits on full display. As she gasped and heaved for breath, she rubbed the special lotion into the pores of her skin.

"All right guys. You had your fun. Time to leave." Ryan shooed the others out of the store, relocking the door firmly. He shut off all the lights except for the minimal interior lights which remained on all night. Despite the blowjob, his cock was still hard! And there was one place he wanted to put it. He had no interest in sloppy seconds, his focus, the same as it was when he saw her *in* the fur coat!

He wanted her ass. As he came upon the woman with the fur, his eyes held a knowing stare, and his smile a lecherous mischievous grin.

 

[little_golden]

Melinda could see, feel, hear and sense the movement of her body as controlled by Candy. It was a strange sensation to be a passenger inside your own body. She was a prisoner to Candy's will and right now Candy was fully in control of the latest trial that she was about to inflict on poor sweet Melinda Gordon.

Melinda/Candy saw the wide eyes on the male clerk at the liquor store as they entered spoke to him. His eyes were locked upon Melinda's body and then he manged to speak:

"I was just about to close up, but take your time. I'll be over here if you need anything.

Candy just smiled at the young man as she wandered the aisles looking for the Jack Daniels she was craving. Several times she looked over her shoulder at the young man and let her long brown hair swirl around her head. She knew the cigarettes were at the desk but she'd get the booze first.

Watch this Candy spoke mentally to Melinda, and then Candy made a point of putting on a little show with her walk as she knew that the clerk's (Ryan) eyes were still upon her.

He's checking us out... He thinks you're a hottie... I can tell he wants to fuck you... A typical guy... They'll fuck anything with a pussy... Men are such pigs... only good for hard physical labour and fucking Candy coached the innocent Melinda.

No he's not... I bet he's a nice guy... Probably like my Jim... A real gentleman I bet... probably just a college kid working a part-time job to survive Melinda mentally spoke back and challenged Candy.

Melinda had no idea that Ryan's cock was slowly growing within his pants as he eyed her up and down and kept thinking about her. Finding the Jack Daniels Candy scooped up two bottles and then slowly made her way back to the front of the store and the cash register.

Watch this little trick... You see he's at the door with those bums.... He won't let them in.... But he'll spend some time flirting with us.... For a good looking chick... Guys will do anything.... For a chick with a great ass and a nice set of boobs... They'll do most anything... I'll just bend over like this... and he'll probably cream his pants Candy mentally told Melinda and then put on a show of her ass for Ryan the clerk. To the men watching from the door they could see the pretty Melinda first standing at the cash register in the sexy fur minx coat and then very slowly bending over. As she bent over, the coat rose up to show off more of her sexy legs and a little bit of her bum too, as she pretended to check out the rows of chocolate bars and candy.

Melinda was surprised when Candy turned out to be completely wrong. As she looked over the nice clerk (Ryan) was coming towards the cash with four rough looking street people. She didn't recognize them from her little peep show across the street. The closer they got the more Melinda could smell stale wine, and a foul odour from their clothes. The men were obviously unwashed and probably hadn't used a bar of soap in a year or more.

You're wrong... He's a nice guy... He let those disadvantaged men in... Maybe he'll give them a freebie... some cheap wine or something... or maybe he's going to feed them... He's a good Samaritan... You're wrong Candy.... Men are not all animals... Some are decent and kind - like my Jim Melinda mentally spoke to Candy and she felt a sudden pride in the clerk.

Melinda looking back to the men, and smiled. Most of the men were in rags or really old dirty cloths. She never noticed that the clerk had locked the door, and flipped the sign. However, she did notice that the exterior lights turned off as the inside light of the stores dimmed. She didn't think more it and assumed the clerk (Ryan) was simply getting ready to close down for the night and she'd be one of the last five customers.

The clerk walked directly to her with a certain look of control and confidence etched on his young face. The men were sort of fanning out and following him. Candy was holding up the two bottles of Jack Daniels and signaling that she wanted to have them rung up in the cash register.

"I'll take these two bottles and a pack of cigarettes too" Candy beamed to the clerk.

He's just horny Candy mind spoke to Melinda.

No... Something is up... Maybe we can give them the change from our purchase Melinda suggested.

Ryan spoke up with a tone of leadership:

"It seems you've gathered quite a following. The guys here say you put on quite a performance across the street."

Candy actually grinned and laughed as she realized that these bums had been the ones in the storefront window.

"Oh really... more fans... how cute... well I hope you liked it... and buy my next movie too" Candy spoke with a naughty grin that spread across Melinda's pretty face thanks to Candy's control.

"You probably want autographs... I'm... I'm Candy... I mean... I mean Mysteria Hardwood...." Candy spoke in her own haughty tone as if she were a famous movie star.

"Oh my... you're a bold one.... I usually don't let fans touch" Candy told Ryan as she felt his big young hands reached out and stroking the collar of her expensive fur coat.

Candy gave him a certain encouraging look as she licked her lips seductively at Ryan as if daring him to take it a step further.

Don't encourage him Candy.... Those other men are watching... They have a strange look in their eyes... They're waiting for something... I think something is wrong Melinda mind spoke to Candy.

Relax Ms. Goody-Goody.... They just want a pick at the goods up close.... Let's see how brave this college kid really is Candy mentally replied back to Melinda.

Ryan had no idea of the conversation taking place in Melinda's head, it was all between Melinda and her ghostly possessor Candy.

Ryan moved his hands around checking for something which just made Candy grin at him as if daring him to try something.

Ryan spoke up:

"The guys here say you're naked underneath, and that you'll show me a good time."

"Oh really... And do you believe that?" Candy teased him as she made a point of giggling her upper body so that her big boobs bounced about under the heavy fur coat.

"That it" Candy teased as Ryan's slowly and deliberately parted the expensive fur coat but just enough to prove to himself and the four men behind him that it was indeed true. They all grinned in delight as he flashed her coat open a crack and thereby confirmed that the sexy woman before him was indeed naked beneath the big fur coat. He new look betrayed that this situation was a dream come true.

Ryan was staring hard at her and she knew he had glimpsed her big boobs and sweet bald pussy. She giggled when Ryan got up the nerve and then ran his hands along the fur some more. Candy didn't resist and she didn't care how far he took it. It wasn't her problem after all - it would be Melinda's problem if she got fucked by this college kid clerk or a bunch of homeless bums.

Candy didn't speak but smiled at Ryan to encourage him further. Ryan got brave and pulled the fur coat wider and wider as he inspected Melinda's naked body. When he reached a certain point, Melinda's new big boobs just popped right out in plain view of the five men. Though the coat had been draped over her shoulders, with her boobs so well displayed the center of gravity was shifting and coat was beginning to slid backwards.

Ryan was grinning in disbelief. Melinda wasn't sure if he thought her new jumbo breasts were beautiful or just hideously huge. She wanted confirmation one way or the other and so she held her breath. Ryan spoke in a brave tone but more to the stinky bums as he slid her coat just beyond her shoulders but then he tucked it on either side of her. Candy posed trying to turn on the five men. She cupped her big breast so that they could better appreciate their sheer mass and size.

The men were shifting nervously in their places. Ryan spoke up to the bums while he stared at Melinda:

"Well now, it looks as if half of what they told me is true. How about the other half?"

Melinda fought for control of her body but it was a hopeless effort as Candy was just too strong. The guilt was too heavy on Melinda and Candy feed off it. Candy was growing stronger by the day while Melinda's power to fend off Candy was weakening.

Just them look... Their horny as hell... Look at them... Even the bums have hard-ons... You wanted to know if they liked your new jugs... Well there is your answer.... Five big hard cocks dying to fuck that pretty pussy and those big titties.... Hmmmm... Maybe we should let them.... hmmm... What's a few more cocks for a whore like you.... Not exactly like you've been faithful to your husband... Candy mentally jabbed at Melinda.

Please no... Please.... I can't... Not here... Not them Melinda mentally pleaded with the nasty Candy. She knew Candy was formulating her own deviant plans for the night. Melinda knew that Bill was waiting for her back at her store. They'd worry if she took too long. She didn't want them calling in the police to search for her.

Candy was breathing deeply and the men were watching her huge tits rising and falling quickly with each ragged breath she took. Melinda could feel her own body temperature rising. She was responding to their presence, their hard cocks and her secret knowledge Candy was going to get Melinda fucked by this gang of misfits really soon. Melinda could still feel the cum oozing from her thanks to the men back at her shop. There was still some stickiness to her breasts and she felt that she smelled like raw sex.

Maybe the men can smell the sex of me Melinda pondered.

"Ummmmm" Candy groaned out, as Melinda felt the intense pleasure to her big nipples as Ryan dropped his head first on her right right tit and then her left one. While he teased and sucked one he squeezed the other boob. He was firm with his movements and Melinda felt a new rush through her body.

He's going to fuck me... I know... I know you're going to let him Melinda thought as Candy continued to moan softly as Ryan took charge.

Oh God... I'm on fire Melinda realized as Ryan continued his assault on her nipples and thereby nearly forced a quick climax from Melinda due his skill and the rising need building in Melinda.

Suck em hard... harder college kid ... He's got the hang of it... He must of fucked a few whores before you Candy spoke to Melinda.

"That's it sugar... Go on..." Candy whispered into Ryan's ear as she leaned into Ryan and rubbed her pussy against his leg to signal her desires.

Melinda grew nervous as the other men quickly encircled around her. They were in a circle and she felt trapped. As Ryan shifted Melinda slightly as he took a long lingering suck on her big nipple, Melinda felt her soft fur coat sliding from her shoulders and tumbling to the floor.

"Oh my... oh my" laughed Candy with a wicked grin pretending to be surprised as the fur slipped to the fur coat off Melinda's shoulders and it slipped onto the floor. She was smiling at the men who were dumbfounded with her beauty and exposed body. Before tonight they hadn't been so close to a hot-tie in many years.

I'm naked... Quick.. Grab the coat... Let's run for it! Melinda screamed out in her mind to Candy but her feet and arms were not moving at all. Candy just stood there completely naked before the men and shamelessly showing off Melinda's delicious body. The men were drunk with lustful thoughts.

They scrambled for the fur coat and Melinda was even more nervous as they laid the expensive fur coat on the dirty tile floor. Ryan slowly and carefully dropped her onto the fur coat.

"Oh" Candy grunted in preparation to the gang bang that she antic pated.

Candy... Don't let them do this to us... Please Melinda begged Candy.

They're going to do it with you... Not me... I have to run laughed Candy as Melinda felt Candy's spirit leaving her body.

"But..." Melinda spoke aloud and the sound of her thoughts in actual words forced the realization that Candy was gone from her body, but now she was pinned by many hands, naked, on the floor of the liquor store.

"Oh...Ahhh.... But...Oooo.... AAaaaa" Melinda moaned as an endless stream of hands descended upon her naked body. They poked, prodded, pinched, rubbed, and touched whatever and wherever they could reach. Ryan continued to suckle her big nipples and went back and forth. His attention to her ever so sensitive nipples forced Melinda to stifle hr own protests at the the rough treatment the men were laying on her body. Their hands felt like a swarm of ants and he had to gasp several times as she felt fingers now probing and then dipping into her hot wet cum soaked pussy.

"Let's gang bang her boys... Smell the sex off her... She smells hot and tasty... She's got to be one of those expensive call girl types" a chorus of horny male voices spoke back and forth. It's was hard for Melinda to listen to them, Ryan was just so damn close to getting her off as he worked her nipples and squeezed her big tits.

"Oooooooooooooooooo!" Melinda cooed out as Ryan's teeth raked over her deliciously long nipples.
Melinda felt a squirt within her and a rush of hot sweet love juice cascaded through her pussy onto the fingers of the bums. They assumed their fingering job was dead on and they continued to ram their fingers back and work trying to get her ready for their gang-bang.

Melinda was trying to rise up as she knew she had no control over the situation. If she tried to run for it now the men might pummel her senseless before raping her. If she tried to slow things down slowly she hoped to get out of this mess with maybe just a few hand jobs and blow jobs. But the hands were strong and soon her efforts to get up were thwarted but instead of being on her back on the ground she was now on her knees before Ryan.

Melinda's deep brown eyes went wide as Ryan jerked out his cock and while she hasped to catch her breath he simply cradling her head, and directed her mouth to his big hard shaft. The many filthy hands continued to touch her everywhere and she could feel soft kisses to her back and rear end. The men were now grabbing at her breasts and one of the bums had taken over sucking her tit.

"Biggest rack I've ever touched... The boys at the shelter aren't going to believe us.... Look at her... She's got the best melons ..... and that cunt... she's on fire.... she's begging for us boys... she wants us all... A woman like that needs all our cocks to be satisfied" various male voices bantered back and forth.

"Ugghh...AAAAA" Melinda groaned as she felt rough dirty fingers back in her wet pussy and now starting in at her asshole.

"Get her ready boys... We'll all get a chance.... Me I want her ass.... I git dibs on those tits.... I want to doggie fuck her... Look at those jugs... See them bounce like that.... I'd love to see her movies... She's got to be more than just an expensive whore.... " the men bantered as they continued to feel up Melinda. Unknown to Melinda who was on fire, they were slowly slipping off their clothes and working their own tools in anticipation of their respective turns.

Melinda worked Ryan's cock in her mouth. Expertly she kissed, sucked, teased, and taunted it as it grew larger and harder. Melinda could feel its throbbing sensation in her mouth as she let Ryan sink it deeper and deeper into her mouth and then into her throat. Lost in her attention to Ryan, the other men were slowly repositiong themselves. She felt herself lifted in the air and then a second later, a big dirty bum cock was forced deep with her wet cum soaked pussy. It slid in deeper and deeper to the bum's satisfaction and to their mutual pleasure. Then a split second later, she felt a strange poking sensation and sure enough a small but very hard cock was sliding into her asshole.

"Ugggg oh" Melinda managed to grunt as the pair of cocks worked lick pistons as they alternated in pounding back and forth in her pussy and asshole. It was an indescribable sensation. The tug on her head reminded her that Ryan wasn't yet finished and so she continued to suck him off. As she nursed his cock in her throat she reached out and began to work two new cocks were her hands. There was a mass of grunts and moans from the pile of bodies.

Melinda was lost in their collective efforts and gave in. It lasted another 20 minutes or more as she exploded several times in ecstasy from their delicious and persistent efforts to her body. The men continued to pinch her nipples and tugging them back and forth as they now used her mountains to service their cocks. During their orgy, the men delighted themselves as they filled her pussy, ass, and between her mountains with their cum seed. She could feel cum dripping from her face, breasts, back, tummy, legs and pussy.

Exhausted and panting, she finally scrambled from her back to her feet. Her legs were wobbly and her head was swimming in the clouds. She was utterly exhausted. They had fucked her five on one, and then fucked her one by one afterwards. Melinda had closed her eyes and gone through with the gang-bang. The last thing she had remembered was swallowing another load of cum from Ryan's re-energized cock which she had somehow sucked back to life.

Ryan's voice was suddenly very serious and business like as he announced:

"All right guys. You had your fun. Time to leave."

"I can't... I can't believe I did that.... Oh God... I'm drenched in sweat and cum...." Melinda spoke in a soft submissive voice.

Melinda was wiping the cum off her face and trying to make herself presentable. She staggered to the countered and remembered the two bottles of Jack Daniels.

"I've got to go..." Melinda mumbled as she grabbed the two bottles and slowly moved towards the front door. Then she remembered her fur coat on the ground and reached over to pick it up. As she bent over, she could feel Ryan's hands gripping around her waist....

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Ryan Sturman

Ryan was thankful for his athletic stamina and his youthful libido. He could stay hard all night long with this nameless hot chick. He hadn't had sex in nearly a week, and was suddenly hornier than a goat during mating season. Despite dismissing the others, and the wild gang bang that had just wrapped up, Ryan felt another surge of electricity power through him as he saw the cum covered bunny bent over, trying to pick up her cum matted fur coat. Her ass was calling out to him, begging him to take her like that, whether she realized it or not. It could have been her post orgasmic stupor, or merely the position she was in, but her ass was wiggling invitingly.

Ryan moved in, accepting the invitation with eager glee. He positioned himself behind the woman and placed his hands on her hips. He pulled her firmly to his crotch, letting her feel how hard he was again.

"Now that we're alone, we can have some quality time together! I just can't seem to get enough." That said, Ryan easily slipped his hard cock into her sloshing pussy, still oozing cum from so many deposits. They both grunted in unison as he easily slipped all the way in, his hard cock, displacing a lot of the fluid gathered in there, forcing it out to tun in rivers down her thighs. He pumped his hips back and forth, sliding through the frictionless wetness, his cock covered with her frothiness, and the mens' cum. She had dropped the bottles onto the fur coat, and braced herself with her hands as he fucked away at will, slowly bringing life back to the once depleted body of the woman beneath him. He held her up, her weak knees begging to at least let her kneel for him, but he didn't allow it, the angle giving him great penetration.

As Ryan fucked her pussy, he gradually slid his hands around to cup the pliable mounds of flesh he'd been admiring. His fingers dug into the firm dough and roughly kneaded each cheek of her ass, squeezing tightly every time he rammed her forward, pulling her back with his strong grip. Her white ass was turning deep shades of pink under his manipulative hands, his thumbs working hard to pry her cheeks apart. He could see the target of his desire, the dark center amidst the reddened ring. That's where Ryan wanted, and was going to bury his hard cock, when the time was right.

As he held her ass cheeks obscenely wide open, the little opening winked lewdly at him, encouraging him once again, to continue at will. The cries of seeming pleasure, coming from the woman, added to his belief that she wanted what she was about to get, knowing full well, he wanted her ass. So, as he stared into the dark opening, he gathered a large dollop of saliva within his mouth and let a huge teardrop of spit fall from his mouth and land directly in the center of the target. Ryan worked his thumbs around the opening, spreading some of the lubricant around the reddened rim, letting some ooze into the gaping opening he was slowly creating. He repeated the process two more times, large wads of spit landing into the open hole, his thumbs working their way into the tight back door, spreading it open in preparation for a royal ass fucking.

After several long minutes, Ryan pulled his cock out of her pussy and aimed it to her well lubed and well prepared ass. The mushroomed head popped its way past the tight opening and was immediately greeted by the tight ring squeezing him delightfully as he pushed his way deeper. Thanks to the lubrication, it took little effort for Ryan to push his entire length into her ass, his balls coming to rest against her sopping pussy. He knew fucking her in this position would be awkward and cumbersome, so, entangled as they were, he finally let her down onto all fours, her kees on the tiled floor, her head cradled in her folded arms, resting on the fur coat. Her ass was perched high in the air, making it easier for him to fuck her the right way, now!

Ryan fucked the woman mercilessly for the next twenty minutes, occasionally slapping her ass, telling her what a good ass fuck she really was. He took great gratification seeing her cheeks jiggle with each slap of his hand, her vocalized grunts with each slap of his stomach to her ass, and her little convulsion tremors with the warmth of the increasing heat to her reddening ass. Ryan loved the power of a good ass fuck, and it was feeding his male ego, along with all of the woman's encouraging sounds. It wasn't until she started really vocalizing her desires, actually begging him to fuck her, screaming out, "YESSSSSssss," with each slap to her ass, that Ryan began to feel the familiar twinges of another orgasm. He bucked harder and harder with each successive push until he felt his insides explode through the length of pipe, buried in her bowels, filling her with his hot seed, bloating her with his enema mixture.

Finally collapsing atop her, their sweaty bodies panted and heaved while each struggled to refill their lungs with fresh air. Ryan finally extricated himself from her tight ass, and cleaned his slimy cock with the fur coat, watching her slowly gather her own strength back up. No words were exchanged as Ryan got dressed, gathered her bottles and pulled a pack of smokes from the rack. He opened the pack of cigarettes and pulled two out. He put one in his mouth and lit it, watching the woman inspect the mottled looking coat. Ryan took a long, luxurious drag as she finally, with a semi-disgusted look, put the coat on and wrapped it tightly about her.

When she came to the counter, Ryan lit the other cigarette by placing the end to his own cherry red embered tip, lighting hers for her, then handed it over to her. "Here you go," he offered, "Everything's on the house!" He smiled broadly as he bagged her bottles. He leaned back against the back wall behind the counter, sucking on the tobacco, then letting out a thick plume of smoke, "What'd you say your name was?"

He listened as she stuttered, sounding like she didn't know her own name, and finally made a mental note on the name Mysteria Hardwood. He'd have to check out her films when he got a chance. If she was a movie star, he'd have some mighty good bragging rights. He escorted her out the front door and locked up behind her. As soon as he had secured the deadbolt, he raced back to the inner office and brought up the security tapes. He rewound them and played them back, just enough to ensure the action had been caught on film. Sure enough, it was there, albeit in black and white, but the clarity was spectacular. He popped the tape out of the machine and put a blank one in its place. He could put that tape to good use, when the time was right! ... ... ...

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Bill Smith & Nigel

Bill and Nigel couldn't believe the display Melinda had put on in the front window of the store. Bill was amazed at how mistaken he was of Melinda, and wondered how he could have been so wrong as to judge her as conservative and up tight? Each and every time he spent with Melinda, she never ceased to amaze him, and once again, he longed to be alone with her.

As Bill watched her tease the old coots outside, a perverted thought filled his mind, and he envisioned a lovely, money making opportunity. He didn't have any appearances scheduled until Wednesday night for Mysteria Hardwood, so tomorrow night would fit perfectly into his schedule. He made a mental note, to tell Melinda she had an appointment scheduled for tomorrow evening. He'd fill her in with the remaining appointments also, the most important being Friday, with Benny Bombster!

Nigel was more surprised than Bill, when Melinda announced she was going across the street for some liquor and smokes. He took it to mean only one thing ... she wanted to party some more, and have some more fantastic sex with the two of them. If she was game, he was more than willing to stick around. However, as she left the store, the sound of the little tinkling bell, made him very aware of his and Bill's nakedness. He was very ill at ease with the situation, being alone there with another naked man. He fumbled around for his pants and quickly put them on, leaving his shirt, underwear, and socks in a heap. Bill mirrored his discomfort, though only somewhat, and he too, dressed in similar fashion, as they awaited Melinda's return.

Bill, again asked Nigel what he thought of Melinda's improved attribute's and whether the sex, this time was better than the first? Nigel readily agreed that Melinda was hotter than ever, and that her new tits were most definitely an extraordinary improvement. Nigel also conferred that the sex was much better, and that he preferred less people, because there was so much to enjoy.

Bill laughed, and had to agree with Nigel's logic. Sex with Melinda was great, but it was much better one on one. Bill also knew that given a little alcohol, Melinda would be a hellcat on wheels. If Saturday night at the firehouse was any indication of what Melinda was like, they'd be in for quite a night of raucaous, raunchy partying. Bill looked forward to Melinda's return with baited breath. He warned Nigel to expect anything, and to not let anything surprise him. Even he didn't know what to expect when Melinda returned.

Bill took the moment of quiet and soltude, and rummaged around the shop, surveying the antiques, along with the not-so-antique items up for sale. In a dark corner of the room, Bill spied a large box. His curious nature called him towards the plain box, and as he opened it, he saw a varied assortment of what looked like biker paraphanalia. The smell of black leather was thick within the carboard box. Under the array of black leather clothing items, Bill was surprised to see a very extensive collection of what looked like, genuine, hand crafted bondage, and discipline goodies. Some of the items were similar to those he had in his own shop. Others, he had never seen, but only heard of. He inspected each piece marvelling at how well kept the items were, even the leather smelled fresh. It made him wonder what Melinda was doing with such items in her shop. However, given their hidden status, it could very well been meant to stay hidden, for Melinda's use only. Bill had found himself a treasure chest full of goodies that were obviously meant for Melinda!

It thrilled Bill to no end to think that Melinda was into the darker side of sex, into the bondage and discipline, that was suggested by the array of whips, clothing, and so on. He tucked everything back away, nice and neat, determined, he'd take the box. Bill finally returned to find Nigel poking around in a likewise fashion, though he wasn't as proficient as Bill, finding those things that others weren't supposed to find.

As the extended time passed, Bill and Nigel grew more and more concerned, wondering why it was taking so long for just some Jack Daniel's whiskey and smokes? They had been alone there, for well over a half hour, nearly approaching an hour since Nelind had walked out the door. Each one was getting quite impatient, when finally, she walked through the door.

Bot of their eyes were glued to her as she stumbled through the doorway, looking quite ragged. "What the hell ...?" groaned Bill, looking at her matted coat, which matched her hair, and her overall looks. She had apparently already opened one of the bottles and the whiskey was well below the neck, held tightly in her grip. Dangling out of Melinda's mouth was a half-smoked cigarette ...

 

[little_golden]

Melinda, dripping of cum, bent over to pick up her fur coat. It was dirty and disgusting but she needed it as she had nothing else to wear. But then she dropped the coat, atonished and simply too exhausted to protest as Ryan’s big meaty cock plunged the full distance for maximum penetration into her. There was a farting sensation, as he hammered his big revived cock into her and the mix of cum from a half a dozen men splurted out from her, engulfing Ryan’s shaft and flooding over her as it sploshed out.

“Ohhhhhhhh myyyyyyy…. Aa.....ssssssss. ….. Aaaaaaooooooo…. Yessssssss” Melinda grunted in a deep sultry manner as she felt Ryan’s cock penetrating her sweet sloppy pussy over and over again. She didn’t argue or resist. Belive it or not it felt good and dulled some of the pain she was feeling from the rough use of the gang of men.

Oh God... I'm feeling it again... My nipples... My body.... Candy is right... My body craves cock... I'm like a sex addict or something.... Melinda thought secretly.


Though tired from the hard steady use of the men, the fucking still felt great and she eagerly bucked back on his hot cock. They went at it for a short spell of time and Melinda was sure he was about to blow but he seemed to be holding back. Though her body was excited she couldn't peak her own stimulation.


Now as he pumped her, she could feel his hands working her asshole and getting it ready. She doubted he’d be able to make love to her bum hole after the steady pounding he was giving her sweet lovenest.

He's going to let go... He's got too... His grunts and groans... He can't take any more... I can tell Melinda realized as his pace was quickening and his
breathing laboured.

But when he suddenly jerked his cock out she was dumbfounded until seconds later he buried his big hard slick shaft into her rear end.

“Ughhhhhh…..ghhhhhh” Melinda grunted as Ryan jerked it back and forth several times as she squeezed upon it and then she felt a hot wet sensation and knew instantly that Ryan had gotten his rocks off. He didn’t even try to get Melinda off but instead simply yanked out his meat when he had finished his final splurt and grunt. It was selfish satisfaction.

Melinda Gordon felt like she had just run a 40KM marathon. Ryan had mumbled something but she couldn’t hear him or concentrate on his words. He seemed really proud of himself. It took too much energy to think and to move. Somehow she managed to get up and slip on her dirty cum spotted fur coat. Now she looked more than a common street whore than a porn star. She stank of sex, her hair was a mess, her makeup and lipstick smudged and her coat looked ragged and dirty.

Oh no... It's a mess... Who's going to buy that now... I'll have to get it cleaned up.... I hope it doesn't stain ... How do I explain cum stains to the cleaners?... What a mess! Melinda worried.

Ryan escorted her to the front door of the liquor store and seemed to shoe her out like he would an unwelcomed patron. She wondered if this was like the morning after sex routine for unmarried lovers in their one night stands.

“Well.. That was great… You can come back anytime… me and boys really like your knockers and that heavenly .

Melinda had no idea that the big fuck session had been filmed in its entirety. Of course she would have objected and been angry had she known but Ryan hadn’t bothered to say a word. She didn't speak but managed a weak smile.

He re-locked the door and the final lights in the stores were turned off for the night. Melinda took a few steps and realized she had a cigarette in one hand and a brown bag with two bottles of jack Daniels and a package of cigarettes in the other. In the pocket of the fur coat she still had her money.

"Fucked for two bottles of Jack Daniels and some cigarettes" Melinda mumbled as she sat on the front steps of the liquor store. She wanted to clear her head for a moment and to shake off the gang fucking she had just endured. It was all so complicated and her reactions and emotions were so scrambled. She hadn't wanted or planned for the sex, yet, she had to admit she had enjoyed it. It was thrilling and erotic to have been at the mercy of the men. At times they had held her and forced but at other times she had whole heartedly cooperated.

"It's Candy's fault!" she yelled out unaware of the nearby drunks and druggies who lottered in the nearby public park.

Melinda reached into the brown and pulled out a bottle of Jack Daniels. She took one little swig and then two more larger ones. Between swigs at the bottle she took long drags on the burning cigarette. The liquid burned as it flowed down her throat. The numbing of her pain and her brain were a welcome relief to her reality. In response, she took three more swigs and let it wash slowly down her throat.

"Gets better with each mouthful" Melinda spoke aloud and again assumed she was alone. She smoked more of the cigarette surprised that she hadn't coughed or choked and it was good.

A cigarette after sex... Maybe it does work Melinda pondered.

It was late and dark as she made her way back across the street a few minutes later. Though the street lamps shone there seemed to be an unnatural darkness as Melinda made her way back across the street. At first she felt cold as she left the store as the reality struck her that she had just been fucked multiple times by the clerk and his band of homeless companions. But thanks to the booze, she had warmed up and no longer cared. The closer she got to her own store, in the now dirty fur coat, the warmer she became. She unbuttoned the coat as she reached her door step.

Melinda didn’t want to go into the store. She wanted to get in her car and drive home. At home she’d wash herself a dozen times to rinse off all their filthy cum and their touching of her soft body. As she dreamed about it, she pictured herself soaking in a tub of steaming water for an hour or so and then crawling into her soft warm bed. She’d take a long recovering sleep. But the two men inside her store were likely waiting for her, unless they got bored and had gone home. She hoped they had left but she doubted it. She knew Candy had left the impression of a little after hours “party for three” in the store. Melinda had no idea that Bill had found a stash of biker paraphenilia and bondage type accessories.

"Oh... I'm sorry I took so long... I got busy... Fans and all" Melinda started to explain in a slurred speech which betrayed that she was already tipsy.

"Here is the booze.... You know... I'm really tired.... Maybe we should call it a night.... I should drive home..." Melinda mumbled as she staggered forward towards Bill and Nigel.

 

[little_golden]

The new and improved Melinda... (at least according to the boys)

 

[little_golden]

One more...

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Bill Smith

One look at Melinda as she walked through the door! That's all it took! One simple look, and it was easy to tell that she was already on her way to being quite inebriated, and that she had had some pretty interesting sex. Bill didn't know the details, and wasn't sure he really wanted to know. But if Melinda was going to have sex with all her fans, she was definitely going to rise to the top of the porn industry in no time at all! Bill was so amused, that it hadn't even registered to him, that any 'fans' shouldn't be able to recognize her. She wasn't wearing her blonde wig, and her tits were considerably larger than anyone could ever have imagined.

However, whe Melinda staggered forward, stumbling, unable to keep herself upright, uttering that maybe they should call it a night, Bill saw Nigel's eyes lose the sparkle. All the life and energy the young boy had were sapped from him and dissipated into thin air. Bill felt sorry for the kid, and decided he wouldn't let that happen.

He took one of the bottles offered by Melinda, the opened one, and poured three glasses (they didn't have any shotglasses) about a third full of whiskey. He handed one to Nigel, and another to Melinda. He took the last one, and looked her right in the eye. "C'mon Melinda, you promised the young man. You're not one to go back on your promises, are you?"

Bill gave Melinda that look of expectation. It was the same look he gave her when he told her to tip the cabbie. He clinked her glass and egged her on to drink it down. His eyes were glued to her glazed ones, watching as she drank down the entire contents, never realizing the men had only wetted their lips. Bill had already refilled her glass, making it look like they all had refilled glasses. Bill didn't want Melinda stone cold drunk, but knew she'd be fun in the sack with a little less inhibition.

After the second glass, Bill hefted Melinda up and sat her on the edge of an antique three-leaf folding table. Her fur coat, having come quite undone, lay open once again, her assets proudly sticking through the opening. Her legs were dangling, and she seemed to be in a giddy mood, a sudden surge of energy, apparently filling her body. Nigel sat across from her as Bill stroked his hand along her inner thigh, lightly brushing his fingertips along her flesh, her legs parting as if he were a magician, until her raw, overly fucked pussy was on full display. Nigel's eyes were wide with hunger, watching intently as Bill prepped Melinda for whatever he had in mind.

Nigel didn't much care for whatever Bill had in mind. All Nigel was concerned with, was having another round with the hottest woman in the entire city. He had just tittie-fucked her, her mouth sucking him in, in between strokes, the popping sound, a sounnd he'd never forget. But now, Nigel was ready for the 'real deal'! He didn't care how raw, how sloppy, or how loose her pussy was. All he could think about was the bragging rights he'd have, having fucked a porn star.

Bill was a director through and through. It could have been misinterpreted as being manipulative, but he didn't care. He was setting the scenario for the next little 'game' he wanted to play. He circled behind Melinda once again, and eased the fur coat off her shoulders, though stopping as it reached mid back. He leaned in and whispered into Melinda's ear, his voice low and sensual, but extremely heated, as the words tickled the tiny hairs upon her ear. "Tease him Melinda. Tease Nigel over there. Play with yourself. Let him watch you masturbate Melinda. Talk to him while you masturbate Melinda. Tease him. Make him lose all control until he can't stand it anymore, and he just jumps out of the chair and fucks you senseless. Go ahead Melinda, do it!"

It didn't take a lot of encouragement. Melinda was already giddy from the booze, and Bill's suggestion just seemed to make perfect sense for some reason. Her eyes had already been locked on Nigel's as soon as Bill whispered his name. By the time Bill had finished giving Melinda the instructions, her eyes had a glazed icing upon them.

Melinda had started. It was a slow methodical beginning, as her hands began snaking along her own body, a rising heat building up within her. As Melinda began, Bill moved away, and merely watched the show. It was a show that Bill wished he'd had filmed, because it was one for the record books. Melinda was musturbating wildly, her teasing, playful words, were losing their impact as her body began responding. She was begging, no longer teasing, begging for something other than her fingers, to be penetrating her depths. She was begging for something longer, harder, and much thicker than her fingers as her eyes remained locked on Nigel. The torent had reached a feverished peak, and just as Bill had assumed, Nigel found his own courage to act on his own, without guidance, without assistance. Nigel leapt from his chair, practically screaming that he was going to fuck the bitch!

They fucked! He fucked Melinda so hard upon that table, the legs were creaking, the old wood, ready to crack. Melinda fucked back! Her own ministrations and her own teasings had fired her up just as much as Nigel, and now she was getting exactly what she had been begging for. There was nothing proper or standard about the fucking they were doing. It was animalistic, raw, hard, wham-bam sex! The climax was just as intense, Melinda squirting as she came, all over Nigel at the same moment his cock exploded.

The two collapsed, and Bill could feel his own cock straining, begging for some similar release. But he had other plans, not giving into the temptation offered by his non-thinking head. He kept his desires at bay, letting the two recuperate. Bill moved to the darkened corner and grabbed the box that held the miscellaneous goodies inside. He heaved it from the floor, and carried it out the back door and threw it into the back seat of his car.

When he came inside, he saw Nigel pouring another drink as Melinda sat up, with a plume of smoke billowing from the corner of her mouth, the lit cigarette pinched between her fingers. "How was that?" she asked Bill, as he joined her for that drink.

"You are a great performer," he praised her, "but I think we ought to get you in bed. You're going to need your rest." Bill thought he saw a dejected smirk cross Melinda's face, but he wasn't sure. He gathered Melinda up, with Nigel's assistance, after having gotten dressed. The two of them escorted her out the back door.

But, rather than put her behind the wheel of her car, Bill put Melinda into the passenger seat of ... HIS ... car. "You really shouldn't be driving," he scolded her, closing the door quickly before she offered any argument, or realized whose car she was in. Bill locked up the shop, turning off all the lights, but never set the alarm, not knowing the code. Outside the shop, Bill tossed Nigel the keys to Melinda's car.

"Follow me. I'll have a cab bring you back." Bill waited for Nigel to rev up Melinda's car and put it into gear before he set out on the highway.

He looked over to Melinda who was semi-coherent, and praised her performance once again. "You know? You really put on a good show! Are you gonna do something special for me? You know, the one who's gonna make you a star? The one, who's gonna make you a ton of money? The one who's gonna make your life a constant party? Tell me Melinda! What are you gonna do for me?"

Bill listened to Melinda as she outlined, in a drunken slur, just exactly what she was going to do for Bill, and he swore his cock would tear through his trousers as she did so! It didn't take long for them to arrive at the house, the taxi already waiting for them there, to take Nigel back to his car so he could get home. Bill thanked Nigel and told him he'd see him at the shop tomorrow! Bill practically carried Melinda into the house, up the steps and plopped her onto the bed ... ... ...

.... *HIS* bed ... in *HIS* house! ...

 

[little_golden]

Melinda Gordon didn’t remember much as she awoke in bed the next morning. She could feel a warm body in bed beside her and assumed it was Jim. There was a certain safe feeling knowing that. Jim she assumed was no doubt fast asleep and exhausted wiped from his shift at the fire station. But she didn’t want to take a risk in waking him so she kept her eyes closed and stayed perfectly still. The room was perfectly quiet. She couldn’t hear anything – not Jim, not the birds, the cars on the street or the neighbourhood kids.

Everything seemed normal enough until she realized there was a certain pounding in her brain. It was painful.

Oh God… I’ve got a hang over… I never drink that much… I never drink whiskey like that… What was I thinking… Oh no… What did I do… It’s so foggy… But it’s coming back…. Melinda thought as she did her best to stay still and to keep her eyes closed.

As she lay in bed, with her pounding head, she felt aches and pains all over her body. She was desperate to take two Advil and to give herself some much-needed relief. She realized that her nipples were stinging too. They didn’t feel right. She wanted to touch them to see if they were okay but again was worried that if she moved too much she’d wake Jim. If she woke him she might have a lot of explaining to do. They just seemed so big, so sensitive, and a mix of numbness and awful pain.

Maybe an ice pack will help… Probably bruised… Oh God… I can taste the cigarettes… yuk… I smoked last night… Yuk… My mouth is like an astray… and the after taste from that Jack Daniels…. Stale in mouth…. What did I do?… I remember …. Nigel and Bill… the shop… then the Melinda mentally pondered.

Melinda didn’t want to stir too much. It was slowly dawning on her that it was strange that she couldn’t hear anything. The room was just so quiet. Melinda felt dirty and stained deep inside her soul as se slowly began to feel the various painful sensations flooding into her brain. Her breasts had a dry sticky sensation too, as did the tops of her legs, and specific areas of her face. There was still a wetness between her legs, but her pussy was neither hot nor pleasurable. Now it simply felt gross. She felt gross. Now she remembered in detail how she had been fucked by Bill, Nigel, and then that young clerk at the liquor store, and all those homeless men at the liquor store.

Oh God have mercy on me… Jim please forgive me… I can’t believe how wrong my night went… But it was Candy’s fault… She’s the problem with everything… She’s digging me in deeper… She likes to smoke.. and drink… and have casual sex….I have to fight her… But Candy’s just so strong… and powerful…. How do I resist her…. I’ll fight her… I will… Maybe I need a priest or shaman or something to fight her Melinda mentally planned.

“Oh no you won’t… You can’t fight me off Melinda Gordon… I have you in my clutches…. If you so much as try to stop me or if you disobey me… I will punish you by hurting not just you but everyone that you love! I’m not changing you…. You always were a slut… I’m just helping you to re-discover the real you – the whore within you” Candy threatened in her ghostly voice.

Melinda was stunned by the unexpected voice of Candy in her head. She knew that Jim couldn’t hear her. No one else in the world she imagined could hear Candy. Lately her gift of seeing and speaking to the dead had been a real curse. Since Candy and Malcolm had come into her life everything had turned into a living hell. Jim couldn’t help her. No one could help her.

Candy… Leave me alone.. Please… I have a hangover…. Last night because of you I was … I was… I was actually fucked by seven men.… They didn’t love me… They just fucked me over and over… and I got drunk… and I smoked… I can’t understand it… But I craved a cigarette after sex… My habits are changing…. I now crave cigarettes and whiskey…. And because of you… I need sex… Lots of it… It’s not just Jim that can satisfy me anymore… It seems any big hard cock in a pinch will do…. What’s happening to me? Why me? I’m trying to help you cross over… Let me help you… Please Melinda mentally pleaded and whined.

“You silly girl Melinda Gordon. You still don’t understand. You’re just a puppet for us. You are just a fuck toy now. Deep down you were always a slut but now all that goody goodness is being tested. All those nice schools, your conservative upbringing, and even the nice polite social norms you cling too, you’re overcoming and betraying. You’ve betrayed yourself, Jim and anyone who has ever loved you. Remember you‘re a fuck toy! Nothing is too low for a fuck toy like you… Now it’s time to play!” Candy hissed in Melinda’s ear.

“I’m awake!” Candy yelled out at the top of Melinda’s lungs. Anyone in the room would have been startled and awakened. Melinda shot up in bed as she felt Candy drifting away from her body. Melinda opened her big brown eyes and looked around the room.

“What?” Melinda whispered as she looked around the room and realized she wasn’t in her bedroom. The room was dark and masculine. There were strange pictures of naked women on the walls. Looking beside her, she instantly realized that it wasn’t Jim beside her. It was Bill.

“Oh no…oh no… What time is it? I’ve got to get out of her” Melinda mumbled as she looked upwards and realized that the ceiling was covered in mirrors. Then she saw herself and nearly puked. She was dressed in a black leather hooded mask where her pony tail slid out from the center, and there were strange triangular cut-outs for her eyes, nose and mouth. But her ears were completely covered by the padded leather and prevented her from hearing very well.

As she stared closer, she didn’t recognize her face, as the hood/mask hid her pretty face and now she was a faceless temptress. The hood was secured at the base of her neck with a big padlock. As Melinda moved to slip out of bed and to thereby free herself, her head snapped backwards to the bed, as she realized that a band of band of metal was secured to some sort of chain and tied off somewhere behind her to the base of the big king sized bed.

“Bill… Bill …What is going on?” Melinda called out in an angry voice as she started to shake Bill awake. As she shocke him, she watched as her big boobs danced about, and then she saw them glittering in the reflection of the sun. Someone had secured some type of screw like clips onto her nipples. As a result her nipples were fully extended and seemed freakishly big. They were pure white in spots and completely pink in others.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Bill woke up, quite groggy from a short night's sleep. Melinda's panicked voice, combined with the way she shook the bed, was enough to stir him, and bring him back to the pleasant reality of where he was. He rubbed his eyes, and smiled lewdly at the reflection in the mirror. Melinda's nude body was stretched out next to his. Her face was covered in the black leather mask, the openings, a clear invitation for its purpose. Her bloodshot eyes were wide with horror as she began wriggling and writhing against her binds.

The steel band collar locked about her neck, along with the heavy chain, kept her restrained to the bed. Most pleasing to his morning eyes, though, were the erect nipples which pointed straight up towards the mirrored ceiling as her chest rose and fell in rapid succession with her worried breathing. around the base of each nipple was a steel screw tightened clamp.

"Bill ... Bill ... What's going on?"

Bill kicked the sheet off his naked body, revealing his morning hardness. His cock was harder than he imagined it had been last night when he fucked Melinda. With her naked body next to his, there was only one thing to do.

He rolled over, on top of Melinda, crushing her beneath his weight, his hips working their way between her spreading thighs. "Don't you remember?" Bill fisted his cock and sliced it up and down along Melinda's slit, parting her lips quite easily, the evidence from their late night fucking still contained within her pussy. He raised his hips and then sunk into her with a muffled grunt. "You remember begging me to fuck you till you passed out?" Bill drew back his hips, pulling himself out of the tight vacuum grip, leaving just the bulbous tip inside. Once more, he shifted his weight and sank fully into Melinda, the wet feel surrounding his cock, bringing a pleasant smile to his face. "Remember, in the car, you said you were my fucktoy? Remember how you said you wanted me to take you again and again, and again?"

Bill settled in for a bit, relishing in the way Melinda seemed to be melting once again under him. Her pussy was squeezing him lovingly as his mouth descended upon the trapped nipples. His tongue flicked over the engorged tips, protruding from the cylindrical clamps, which kept them upright. "You begged me to use the stuff from the box. You remember? The box of goodies you kept hidden at the shoppe?" He raked his teeth over the tips, biting lightly at the very tips, enough to cause Melinda's body to jerk. "Mmmmm, you loved when I did that last night!"

Bill started into a rhythm, slowly fucking Melinda, her body seemingly welcoming every one of his advances. Though it was the look in her eyes that amused Bill. He could see she was straining to recall the events from last night, confused, and yet somehow, enjoying the slow methodical fucking that Bill was subjecting her to. "You said you could never get enough of my cock." By the looks of it, that seemed to be true. Bill was fucking into Melinda, and she seemed to be fucking him back, her hips involuntarily rising to meet his thrusts, encouraging him, welcoming him.

"There's so many nasty toys in there. You want me to use them all, don't you? You wanted me to last night! But you passed out! You begged me to stop, but everytime I kept fucking away, you came harder and harder than the time before. Do you remember?"

There were whips, chains, crops, clamps, cuffs, and all kinds of other assorted paraphanelia in that box, along with an assortment of leather, latex, and rubber clothing, that miraculously seemed to fit her new proprtions perfectly. If Bil were to use them all, it'd take a month of non-stop fucking, and he couldn't mark her body too badly if she were to be in films!

Bill continued fucking that sweet pussy till he was ready to explode. He pulled out abruptly and hopped up, straddling Melinda's chest, plopping his cock between her tits. He pulled up on the ponytail sticking out of the hooded mask, till her mouth was even with his twitching purple tip. He let loose a torrent of hot, sticky seed which splattered her open and waiting mouth, the excess coating the black leather at the corners of her mouth. He watched as Melinda swallowed the mouthful of morning juice, twisting her face as she did so.

Bill chuckled and slid off, moving back between her splayed legs till his face was hovering near the entrance. It was swollen and raw, a trickle of frothy substance seeping along the juncture. Bill blew a hot blast of air onto the sensitive flesh, then pushed a caloused finger into the opening, swimming it around in the dark murky waters. He pumped it in and out a couple times and then inserted a second finger into the opening. He pumped the two digits in and out, spreading them into a 'V' within her insides, twisting them around as he did so. He stretched her opening enough to work in a third finger, making the fit much tighter than before. Despite the tight fit, he could feel Melinda stretching, her tight grip slowly loosening as he worked the fingers deeper and twisted. Melinda was dripping wet!

It took a while, but Bill eventually managed a fourth finger into the small opening, his hand curled, to make it a bit easier. Melinda was writhing uncontrollably, her cries and pleas, now merely a blur of uncomprehendable sounds. Her movements, however, allowed Bill to work his hand up to the third knuckle, his thumb now rubbing her exposed clit with eager determination. Melinda's legs spread wider and wider, each ankle locking on either side of the bed, giving Bill the greatest amount of access to do with her body as he pleased. His thumb slipped into the slightest bit of an opening availed to him, Melinda's flood, coating his entire hand. Bill pushed and pushed, curling his fingers in as he pushed and pushed.

Then it suddenly happened ... as if sucked in by a vacuum, his entire first was sucked in and enveloped within her pussy. Her slick pussy lips wrapped tightly about his wrist, locking him inside. Melinda cried out a deafening scream, her pussy filled and stretched beyond belief. "Yeah! That's it. Just like last night! It gets easier the more often you do it, huh? Yeah! This is where you passed out last night. Remember?" Bill started pulling his fist out, her pussy unwilling to stretch that wide again, trying her best to keep him trapped in there forever. Judging by her screams, the pain must've been intense as he pulled slowly until his fist was half in, and half out, her pussy stretched unbelievably wide. All it took was a little touch, just a mere grazing of his free hand, an extended finger, brushing over her clit, to send Melinda into an uncontrolled release.

She pissed a clear arcing stream of warm liquid into the air as he pulled the rest of the way out. Her explosion sputtered with each spasm of her body, soaking the mattress beneath her, leaving her lying in a puddle of her cum. "Ahhh! Just like last night!"

Unlike the previous night, however, Melinda didn't pass out. She merely lay there, completely helpless, shuddering, and twitching as the orgasms ebbed from her body. Bill got up from the bed, a smug look on his face, leaving Melinda bound upon the bed. He rummaged through the box and found something interesting. He pulled three items from the box and lay them next to Melinda. He started with her tits. He loosened the clamps, and removed them, rubbing her nipples vigorously, encouraging the blood to once again flow freely through the sensitive tips. He sensed Melinda's pain as she flinched and groaned. He tossed the clamps back into the box.

"Time to have a little fun." Bill picked up a device that looked like a butterfly. The wings had an elastic band attached to them, the slim body protruding noticeably with two rubber antennae. Bill slipped the butterfly into position between Melinda's swollen pussy lips, carefully nestling the antennae tips under the flesh hood of her clit. He tightened the straps, one around each thigh, and one around her waist. He held a slim line remote in his hand. It had a variable control on it, which, when activated, would cause the butterfly to vibrate, thrumming her pussy while tickling her clit! He didn't activate it, but he made sure Melinda knew he had it!

He then took the nine inch long, three inch thick, black cock and worked it into Melinda's stretched pussy with very minimal resistance. It, too, had a wireless remote, which Bill handled with a mischevious grin.

Finally, Bill fitted Melinda with a pair of tight rubber panties, carefully working them into place so that the butterfly and the vibrator were secured in place! He then unhooked the chain from Melinda's neck and helped her to her feet.

"Now! You will do as I say, or else ..." Bill flicked the switch on both wireless remotes, causing Melinda to instantly crumble, her knees buckling, she falling back onto the bed. He shut them off and helped her to her feet again. "Now! I'm going to take a shower and get cleaned up. You go down and cook me up one of those wonderful breakfasts like you do! Don't take the mask off, and don't touch those panties, or else ..." He acted as if he were going to turn on the remotes, and watched Melinda's eyes go wide with horror. "I'll be down when I'm done. You can serve me then."

Bill took the remotes with him as he moved towards the bathroom, but not before slapping Melinda on the ass.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Mike Holden

Mike had woken this morning, after experiencing an awfully erotic dream. It felt so real, that when he opened his eyes, his own cock was twitching, almost ready to explode. He couldn't remember the details, but the fact was, he was hard and needed release. He rubbed his eyes and tried to clear his head, but to no avail.

He plodded off tot he shower, his hardened rod, bouncing freely, pointing the way. In the hot rain of the stall, he wrapped his fist around his cock and stroked, trying to relieve the pressure. It was then, that he once more, thought of the shop keeper, the one that was also his personal maid. Her outfit still hung in his closet. As Mike imagined Melinda, her pert breasts, her wonderful mouth, and that pussy that squeezed him delghtfully, he came. His jism rocketed from the purple tip, arcing in the air, despite the raining water, landing on the shower stall floor. The subsequent spurts met the same fate, pooling in the water below before running down the drain in thick globules.

When he got out of the shower and cleaned up, Mike pulled out the panties Melinda had bequested him with. He sniffed and inhaled deeply, savoring the aroma. He needed to see her again. Besides, his place could use some tidying up, and he could sure use another great meal, along with the additional perks of her service.

He waited till he got to the office, and as soon as he settled in, he dialed Melinda's number. Andrea answered and informed Mike that she wasn't in, and asked if she could help with anything. He stumbled, and merely said something about the piece of furniture he had purchased, and needed to speak directly to Melinda about it. He left a message with Andrea to have Melinda call him as soon as possible. Andrea tried her best to once again, see if there was anything she could help with. Mike politely refused and hung up.

Frustrated, Mike dug out the phone book and looked up Melinda's home number. If she wasn't at work, surely, she must be at home. However, once again Mike was greeted by a recording. Knowing that Melinda was married, he chose his words carefully, not sure if her husband was aware of her 'other' business venture.

"Hi. Ummm, Melinda? This is, uh, Mike ... Mike Holden. I was wondering, ummm, if I could schedule an appointment? Umm, you know? Regarding the service contract. Please call me. Thanks. Bye."

Mike hung up the phone and returned to his work, though not without distracting thoughts of Melinda, and what he could be doing with her. It would be a difficult day, but he'd manage.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

James Burton

James was sitting at his desk, looking over his list of appointments for the upcoming week, rather dejected,because there were a lot of gaps in his showings schedule. He hadn't really expected Melinda to readily call him and provide him with a list of prospects, whom she'd be willing to help him sell his multi-purpose vacuum to.

However, the vacancies on his schedule made him call in that chip. He had, anyways, given that unit away. He needed to recoup that loss as soon as possible. He hadn't seen Melinda since their Sunday rendezvous.

His lips curled upwards as he envisioned a chance encounter with the happy homemaker, listening to her beg him to fuck her, listening to her plead to have his cock buried in her pussy. He smiled as he thought of her begging him as he looked at various items in her shop, or maybe as they passed in the street, standing at the corner of a bus stop, others walking by, innocently eavesdropping on their conversation. How sweet that would be!

He snapped his mind closed, coming back to his issue at hand. He needed bookings to fill his calendar. Frustrated, he picked up the phone and dialed Melinda's home number right away. He was greeted unfortunately by the answering machine.

"Melinda! Hi! James Burton here! I need that list of potential buyers as soon as possible. I'd like to squeeze some of them in this week, if that's possible. Let me know what your schedule is like so that we can make the presentations together as we've agreed. Call me!"

He hung up the phone, not even considering to call the shop. He'd stop by there later and see if she was in. If she was, he could at least enjoy the pleasures of listening to her beg. He fumbled through his list of other potential customers through the rest of the day. James kept looking at the clock, waiting for that phone to ring, with her voice on the other end. He kept looking at the clock, wondering when he should abandon his desk, and head out over to the shop?

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Jim Gordon

Jim was exhausted. It was a long night, with a very difficult fire. At several points, Jim was surrounded in flames, and surely wondered if he'd make it out alive. The fire was intense and carried on through the entire night and well into the early morning. By the time they got back to the firehouse, Jim could barely stand, he was so tired.

Covered in black soot, Jim hobbled to the showers to clean off. As he stood there, leaning against the tiled wall, water running over his head and trailing down his body, he suddenly recalled the porn starlet who had showered in there with him. She was awesome. She had made him feel alive, something that had been missing as of late.

Sure enough the remorse that followed weighed heavily on him, but the instant gratifcation seemed to outweigh the problems. Jim could feel the need for some instant gratification growing. He hated this shift, hated returning home to an empty house, hated not having someone to talk to about his day at work, hated not having a warm body to curl up next to.

He felt like crap after all that had happened on Sunday, still having difficulty understanding what seemed like a dream to him. He still couldn't put the pieces together, and he dreaded returning to the house. He finished the shower and dressed comfortably, swallowing the lump in his throat, making the decision to head home.

He passed by the shoppe on his way, but didn't see Melinda's car. He wasn't sure if he was happy or not that she'd be at home waiting for him. He drove her normal route, lloking for her to pass him by. But, by the time he arrived at his house, he had not seen her car, nor was it parked at the house. He shrugged his houlders in resignation and huffed as he hauled his duffel bag full of dirty clothes into the house. The old spinster across the street was beckoning him once again, but he didn't have the energy.

"I'm bushed right now. I'll stop by later. Okay?"

He waved weakly and entered the dark house. The bag dropped to the floor, but did nothing to alleviate the weight upon Jim. An eerie dark feeling seemed to drape over him. He plopped into the sofa and just stared at the empty room. He noted the vacuum in the corner, but didn't give it any additional attention. He wondered what the old lady wanted, but didn't feel like pursuing it at this moment.

As he stared at the television, a sudden urge took hold of him. He didn't know why, but Jim dragged the bag to his feet and opened it up. Inside, he found his complimentary video of the movie, a little gift from the producers in exchange for hosting the party. Jim briefly looked at the colorful box promoting the new star, but his eyes bypassed all that, in search of the co-star, the one who had rocked his world that wonderful night.

He put the DVD into the player and watched the movie, fast forwarding past the initial sex scenes with Mysteria, and letting the scenes with Gina play out in normal speed. As he watched, he reached into his trousers and started fondling his cock, feeling it harden as his eyes remained glued to Gina's image. He imagined himself, with Gina all over again, imagining her moans on the screen, to be moans she'd be screaming from his ministrations. He exloded, staining his trousers noticeably. He didn't care.

He turned off the TV, left the movie in the player, and the box on the table. He went up the stairs and stripped naked and plopped down on the empty bed. He rolled his head to the side and saw the blinking LED on the answering machine, the number '2' flashing insistently. He just didn't care, not wanting to be bothered with anything. He just wanted to sleep!

This was so unlike him, and Jim knew it. He'd never even consider bringing home an 'adult DVD,' for fear that Melinda would find it and be disgusted with it and him. She was such a prude! He could feel a bit of dark anger envelop him again. He had never masturbated since he had been with Melinda, really having no need to, until Gina opened his eyes to the world that could be his. He had done things with Gina that Melinda would never even dream of in her wildest dreams. She was so uptight! Melinda would be shocked if she had known he had just watched a porn and masturbated to it. She'd probably be pissed.

He didn't care. He just didn't care anymore. He didn't care about anything! He fell asleep, thinking about Gina. Just before drifting off, he vowed to stop in the taboo store and see if he could find any other movies Gina starred in?

What Jim didn't realize, was that as long as he was in that house, he was no longer in control of his body. The spirit of Malcolm fed off the negativity gaining more strength, pushing more negative thoughts into Jim, feeding the vicious cycle. Jim was merely a puppet for Malcolm, a helpless, unknowig, mindless body, for him to use in order to get to Melinda, and Candy also, and any other women his libido could handle.

 

[little_golden]

Melinda - In the Black Leather Hood, Steel Collar & Chained

Melinda felt Bill kicking off the bedsheets and then he was revealed in his own full nakedness.

Melinda Gordon was most confused and baffled as Bill, the person she would have described as “fatherly”, “gentle” and “caring” lover and manager, put on a very dark and sinister look. She couldn’t believe the change in Bill.

He did this… Or Candy helped… But I’m chained to his bed…. He has the key to this crazy leather hood… I’m collared like an animal… It’s solid steel…. What would Jim say? … Oh no… This can’t be… How am I going to get out…. I can’t it’s too strong…. There is no way to get this off… I’ll have to play along…. Why would he do this…. He’s a monster … He has to be…. Melinda thought secretly.

All that whiskey… I’m not even sure how much I drank… It’s all so blurry…. Candy set me up at the liquor store… But then… then… Bill and Nigel…. They were … thirsty… more whiskey… Melinda strung together a series of blurred memories.

Bill roughly rolled upon her and crushed her under his weight. She felt her breasts flatten against his body for several seconds as he positioned himself and forced her legs apart.

Oh no… He wants to fuck again… Melinda realized as she felt his strong motions as e rolled on top and pressed his bulge against her. The black leather hood around her head seemed to tighten and she felt a strange sense of arousal flooding through her body started with her head. The hood was somehow bewitched and her nipples were being aroused and needy.

Bill was taking over and he was making her think very hard and it confused her as he spoke to her:

"Don't you remember?"

Remember what... I was ... I was at the store... the liquor store... and going home I think Melinda recalled the basics but not the details. It was a big blank in her mind at the moment.

Melinda grunted as Bill fisted his cock and sliced it up and down along Melinda's slit, as he easily parted her sweet pussy lips.

Bill went on as he scared Melinda:

"You remember begging me to fuck you till you passed out?"

Melinda couldn't remember this at all. But then again she couldn't remember very much.

"Ohhh" Melinda moaned as Bill drew back his hips, pulling himself out of the tight vacuum grip, and then leaving just the bulbous tip of his cock inside Melinda.

"Ahhh" Melinda groaned as Bill shifted his weight and sank fully into Melinda, as her sweet wet pussy surrounded and welcomed his cock.

He was smiling as he told her:

"Remember, in the car, you said you were my fuck toy? Remember how you said you wanted me to take you again and again, and again?"

Each time he spoke she felt confused and bewildered. She didn’t know how much of this mess was actually her own fault. She just didn’t know how responsible she was for the mess.

Candy! Candy…Where are you? I need you… I’m in a mess! Melinda mentally called for Candy. But there was no answer or reply. Melinda knew she was very alone in this mess.

Melinda could feel her heart beating faster, her lungs working harder and her body heating up under Bill's touch as he probed her with his big cock and then his big hot mouth descended upon her huge swollen trapped nipples.

"OOOOOOOOOhhhhaaaa.... please... ohhhh.... " Melinda begged as she felt a small wet rush from her pussy as Bill expertly flicked his tongue over her engorged tips, which were protruding from the cylindrical clamps.

Oh God... My new big nipples... Their too sensitive... Everything he does goes right to my pussy.... They were never so big or so senstive before... They've changed... Melinda realized.

Bill pushed her as he added:

"You begged me to use the stuff from the box. You remember? The box of goodies you kept hidden at the shoppe?"

Melinda was confused. Then looking across the room she recognized the box but didn't remember having the chance to go through the box. It was supposed to be biker stuff.

As Bill raked his teeth over her big extended nipples, as he bit lightly at the very tips,Melinda's body jerked as waves of deep pleasure rushed through her body and she instinctively squeezed harder on Bill's cock.

"Ohhhh... Bill... Don't do that" Melinda pleaded as she struggled to control herself. She was dying to fuck Bill and the fact he was holding back was sheer torment for her.

Bill told her:

"Mmmmm, you loved when I did that last night!"

"Yes... yes..." Melinda mumbled without fully realizing that she was confirming to Bill the electric effect of his touch on her jumbo nipples.

There was no way out and so she decided she’d have to play it out. The black leather hood was making her submissive and forcing her to lose her free will. She didn’t even realize that her resistance was fading ever so slowly.

I’ll just play along… He’ll free me enough so I can get out of this ridiculous stuff… I’ll explain to Bill that I have to get home right away… He’ll understand…. I’ll find my car and get home quick Melinda planned out in her head. She knew that she couldn’t afford to antagonize Bill and so she took on a submissive demeanor. But with each breath she took her plan was falling apart.

At last Bill started slowly fucking Melinda, and her body eagerly welcomed his advances.

Melinda knew better than object. The hood was somehow telling her to relax and enjoy. The hood was sending strong sexual needs throughout her body. She wanted to please Bill. She had an overwhelming need to please men.

I should stop him… It’s not right… Oh my… Oh my…What is happening to me…. I am becoming a slut…. I’m craving his cock…. I need to please him… It’s my job… Melinda thought secretly.

Melinda was trying to think but couldn't stay focused long enough.

Bill was pumping in and out a little faster as she squirmed under him in delight. Then he told her:

"You said you could never get enough of my cock."

Melinda was nodding. She was lost in the moment and her her hips rose involuntarily to welcome his thrusts, and to treat him to her full pussy delights.

She grunted as he feed his cock into her delightful steamy snatch. She hadn’t expected him to be so hard so quick. Yet he managed to start pumping harder and faster just like as if they had been mid-course in a marathon sex session.

Oh yes… This is what he wants… This is how to keep men happy…. Oh yes… I’ll please him Melinda thought as the black leather hood pulsated it’s evil energy into Melinda. Unknown to Melinda the black hood was taking over and melting her free will. While the mask was on, she wouldn’t be able to remove it of her own free will, unless told to do so by another.

In the back of her brain she wanted to resist but knew she couldn’t.

Jim… But… But Melinda thought as his name became cloudy.

Somehow her body and emotions had been all re-wired. It was as if she couldn’t resist and so she moaned away and pushed her body onto his. Bill made his big hard old cock rocket in and out of her hot cum thirsty pussy. It was strangely wonderful.

“OOOOO…..AAAaahhhh…..OOOO….Eeeeeee….OOOO…. Oooyaaaaaaaa” Melinda cooed to a series of deep hard plunges by Bill into her sweet portals of pleasure. He had awakened her lustful needs.

Bill was speaking but she could barely hear him over her own loud moans of pleasure. Her lust was apparent and her sexual need so obvious. Bill spoke:

"There's so many nasty toys in there. You want me to use them all, don't you? You wanted me to last night! But you passed out! You begged me to stop, but every time I kept fucking away, you came harder and harder than the time before. Do you remember?"

Melinda nodded though she didn't remember a damn thing. She looked over at the box in horror as she saw a collection of whips, chains, crops, clamps, cuffs, leather slut and biker chic outfits, latex, and rubber clothing.

After several minutes of working Melinda into a dither, Bill unexpectedly pulled his huge throbbing cock out of her now wet hot snatch and rammed it between her mountainous breasts. It winded Melinda as she felt the weight of his body shift. Making her best efforts, Melinda forced her huge boobs around his cock to create a new pleasure palace for Bill’s cock.

Oh God…. My big boobs need cock… I love these huge boobs of mine…. My nipples… so big and long… They much be an inch and half or more… They’re so huge and sensitive…. He doesn’t realize just how horny they make me Melinda gained insight given the power of the black hood.

I’m winning… I’m pleasing him…. He’s grunting and loving me…. Melinda thought as she smiled beneath the hood.

Melinda could sense just how close Bill was to spilling his load and so she urged him on and on. If she could get his rocks off. Then Melinda felt Bill again shift his position and to her disappointment, he pulled hard on her pony tail that extended from the black leather mask/hood and forced her head down. In reflex she opened her mouth as his big cock came closer to her waiting facial portal, but she was too slow and Bill blasted his load over her mouth as she sucked the air to slurp in what she could.

Disappointment flooded through Melinda as she worried that she had missed her chance at sexual fulfillment at Bill's hands. She worried he might get angry. He might feel cheated that she hadn't deep throated him fast enough. But she relaxed as Bill seemed chuckled and slid off her.

It's over... I need a cold shower... I need a cock still ... but.... Melinda thought as she now struggled to control her breathing and her racing heart.

But no sooner had the thoughts escaped her mind, than she felt him moving back between her splayed legs and his old face was hovering near her sweet pussy. She briefly considered begging him to tongue her. But then she felt pleasure as he blew a hot blast of air onto the sensitive flesh, and then pushed a calloused finger into the opening.

"Oh yessssss" Melinda grunted like a horny she wolf as Bill pumped his finger in and out several times. The ritual was repeated several more times as Bill stretched her more and more and he progressed finger by finger until he had them all buried in her pussy and he plunged his full fist back and forth. She was writhing uncontrollably, with a mixtures of cries for mercy and pleas for more. She was in disbelief as she realized what he was doing to her. It was unbelievable that she could have all his fingers buried in her wet hot oven of a pussy. She could feel his fingers like four little cocks workings away in different directions. Collectively they were huge and stretching her. Her black hooded head was weaving back and forth in a snake like pattern as guttural grunts and moans were hollered out in a raspy voice. She was almost hoarse from all her moaning, grunting and screaming.

Melinda's body shook on his fingers as his thumb rubbed her exposed clit with eager determination. All Melinda could do was spread her long legs wider and wider, as her ankles locked on either side of the bed, so that Bill could continue his ministrations. When Melinda felt his thumb slip into the slightest bit of an opening availed to him, Melinda lost control and a deep flood erupted from within her. It was then that Bill took it further as he roughly pushed his whole damn hand all the way into her pussy.

He's completely in... No man has ever... Is this even natural... I've swallowed his whole hand... Melinda realized.

Oh but it feels so intense.. so wonderful... like my wedding night with Jim... so big .. so tight... Oh my.. Melinda thought as she enveloped Bill's fist within her pussy and she held it tightly.

Her slick pussy lips wrapped tightly about his wrist, locking him inside. As Bill began to fist her, Melinda cried out a deafening scream, from the pleasure and pain that rippled through her body.

She could see the pleasure on Bill's face as he announced proudly:

"Yeah! That's it. Just like last night! It gets easier the more often you do it, huh? Yeah! This is where you passed out last night. Remember?"

Melinda's deep brown eyes went black momentarily as she tried to remember. Her thinking was shattered as Bill started pulling his fist out, and Melinda felt a terror that maybe he was stuck within her. She screamed again as pulled slowly until his fist was half in, and half out. She was breathing deeply in complete arousal. Then Bill seized the moment as extended finger of his free hand brushed ever so gently over her clit, and Melinda went off in ecstasy and to her complete shock, she pissed a clear stream of warm liquid into the air as her body spasmed.

Melinda's face went red beneath the leather hood. She didn't move for several seconds. This was a new experience to be so completed aroused and manipulated. She could feel the wet mattress beneath her.

Looking to Bill she could see his pure delight as he gleefully exclaimed:

"Ahhh! Just like last night!"

Melinda watched as Bil got up from the bed, with a proud and smug look on his face. She just lay bound to the bed hoping to be released. Bill returned with a few objects from the box which she didn't recognize.

She grinned with relief as Bill then loosened the clamps on her nipples and removed them. Vigorously he rubbed life (and blood circulation) back into her tortured nipples. Melinda flinched as new pain erupted through her as the painful sensation felt like her nipples were on fire. She heard a metallic sound as Bill threw the clamps into the box of bondage toys.

Melinda felt like a lamb before the wolf as Bill told her:

"Time to have a little fun."

She watched as Bill picked up a weird butterfly like device. It seemed to have wings with elastic bands and some sort of antennae.

"Oh" Melinda gasped as Bill easily inserted the butterfly like device into the huge whole of her pussy. It slipped in very easily. Looking down she could see carefully nestling the antennae tips under the flesh hood of her clit. She grunted softly as he tightened the straps, one around each thigh, and one around her waist. Her eyes went wide as she notice the slim line remote in his hand.

"What.. what is this thing?" Melinda asked in a soft pleading voice.

He didn't speak but instead continued his devilish work as he then took a nine inch long, three inch thick, black cock and worked it into Melinda's stretched pussy. Again it slipped in all so easily. Melinda's eyes were wide as he flashed a second remote control before her.

Melinda felt a wave of apprehension but she knew she couldn't resist him. It was his game and she was just a fuck toy. Then as he grinned impishly she fitted Melinda with a pair of tight rubber panties, and he carefully worked them into place so that the butterfly and the big 9 inch vibrating cock ere secured in place.

Melinda looked him with unease. Then he smiled as he unhooked the chain from Melinda's neck and helped her to her feet. She was about to thank him for releasing her and about to plead that she had to get home. But then he turned mean as he forcefully told her:

"Now! You will do as I say, or else ..."

Before she could speak a reply, Bill flicked the switch on both wireless remotes, causing Melinda to instantly crumble, her knees buckling, she falling back onto the bed.

It was the strangest sensations and they were so powerful and overwhelming. With those damn remotes on she was like jelly before him.

Then he shut them off, and she knew the power he now commanded over her while she was so attired with his toys. Bill then helped her to her feet and then ordered her:

"Now! I'm going to take a shower and get cleaned up. You go down and cook me up one of those wonderful breakfasts like you do! Don't take the mask off, and don't touch those panties, or else ..."

She knew his threat even before he motioned to the two remote controls.

Melinda made a gulping sound in her throat as she realized that she had jumped from the stove into the frying pan.

Bill spoke in a calm voice:

"I'll be down when I'm done. You can serve me then."

"Ouch" Melinda mumbled as Bill slapped hard on the ass unexpectedly.

Naked, save for the black leather hood and mask, Melinda hurried down to the kitchen to make Bill a meal that he would remember. For the next twenty minutes she forgot about everything else and focused on making him a great meal. She brewed coffee, made freshly squeezed orange juice by hand, cooked bacon and eggs, pancakes with maple syrup, hash browns and even toast with peanut butter and jam. She raced around the kitchen unaware that anyone caring to look at the open drapes would see a big titted, black leather hooded woman running around Bill's kicthen at a frantic pace!

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Marty Miller

Marty was making his rounds through the neighborhood. He was punctual and most of the neighborhood that wasn't working could practically set their clocks by him. Marty passed by Bill's house like clockwork, at the same time each day. Whenever Bill was around, the two would stop and chat, usually over a cup of hot coffee, discussing the latest news.

Today was no different for Marty. As usual, he walked into the cul de sac, saving Bill's house for last. His shoulder bag, was now empty, except for the mail that he was carrying for Bill. As was his routine, Marty would walk to the back of the house, and usually catch Bill in the large bay window. Bill would usually wave him around, and the two would either sit in the kitchen, or on the back patio, and share a morning cup of coffee while they chatted.

Today, however, was different for Marty. As he came to the side of the house, to where the kitchen window always remained open, he was treated to a most bizarre, yet hypnotizing sight. There before him, where Bill usually stood, was a huge titted woman, wearing absolutely nothing, except a pair of black underwear, and a black mask. His eyes were glued to her huge tits as she busied herself around the kitchen, seemingly running in circles, her tits bouncing gloriously as they did so. She had the largest nipples he had ever seen, and his mouth was salivating at the mere prospect of latching onto them.

She had been, obviously, quite busied with herself to notice the mailman standing in the window, staring at her. Her long ponytail stuck out the back of the hood, brunette waves spilling down the back of her head as she moved back and forth. Marty was glued to his spot, his voyeuristic tendencies overtaking his common senses.

It wasn't until Bill's tall stature interfered with his view, that Marty realized he had been spotted by Bill. Marty was immediately overcome with the redness and warmth of his embarrassment, being caught, gawking at Bill's house guest.

The odd thing was, that Bill seemed totally unfazed by his presence, inviting him around like he always did. Bill smiled politely and waved his hand, motioning for Marty to come around to the back and join him.

Marty swallowed the lump in his throat and moved ever so cautiously towards the back patio and through the French doors that opened up into the kitchen. His mouth was suddenly dry, hanging open as he joined his normal morning counterpart in his kitchen.

The bombshell stood next to Bill, her eyes were wide, and Marty couldn't tell if she was horrified or excited to have him standing there also. Marty could feel his blue shorts tightening as the bulge in his uniformed pants began to grow. He took his usual seat at Bill's insistence, unable to take his eyes off of the hooded lovely that stood before him. She stood motionless as Bill sat him down.

Marty was so spellbound that he didn't even hear Bill order her to serve him up some coffee, and a plate of food. All Marty could do was stare as she moved back around the kitchen, her naked tits bouncing around as she reached into the cabinets for more glasses, mugs, and another plate. He eyed her firm butt, contained in, what he now realized were, the black rubber panties. It wasn't until the plate of food, along with the orange juice and coffee were in front of Marty, that Marty snapped out of his trance, looking to Bill for some kind of clarification and edification of what was going on!

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Bill Smith

Bill was singing joyously in the shower as he cleaned up, using all the hot water until it ran cold. He was fresh and invigorated, nothing like a morning orgasm to start the day off right! He bounded down the steps, the wonderful smell of coffee and bacon wafting through his house assaulted his flaring nostrils. He was hungry and needed to fill his appetite.

Of course, he carried the two remotes with him as he entered the kitchen, looking at Melinda as she hurriedly set the table for him. He toyed with the idea of starting them up, and watching her buckle to the floor, writhing with the vibrations as they cascaded through her body. He was more concerned, however, with satisfying his hunger at this very moment.

He was so wrapped up in his thoughts about his new fucktoy that he had practically forgotten about his ritualistic morning get-together with the mailman. Bill's hours at the shop usually kept him from socializing with his neighbors, and sitting down with Marty was the closest he came to a life outside of the porn industry.

That was all about to change very shortly.

Bill's mind immediately started spinning into overdrive with the presence of Marty and Melinda at the same time. The fact that Melinda was wearing the mask, was a definitive advantage in his favor. He could have her doing a lot of sexual acts while maintaining her supposed conservative dignity! Without hesitation, he invited Marty around, telling him to join him in the kitchen.

Bill ignored Melinda's pleading cry for him not to do that to her, but as Marty came inside, he watched as Melinda went suddenly silent. Following the path of her eyes, he could see that she was eying the long snake that had appeared within Marty's shorts. Marty was a good looking man, a few years younger than Bill, who kept himself in good shape, thanks to his vigorous morning walking, delivering the mail. His sandy brown hair, and tanned complexion made him quite popular among the ladies. Bill had never seen him naked, but judging by the bulge in his pants, it appeared that he was well packaged, though not as thick as Bill.

Bill ordered Melinda to set Marty up with a complete serving, both of them enjoying the view as she scurried about. When she had finally done so, Bill broke Marty's concentration, filling him in on the details of what was going on.

"Marty. This here, is Mysteria Hardwood. She's one of the newest stars that's about to hit the big time. I'm her agent, and we were blocking out some scenes for a new upcoming film. She is absolutely the best, and she just craves cock."

Melinda, who was once again standing at Bill's side, jumped when Bill smacked her in the ass again. "Ain't that right?" Her tits jiggled invitingly as she reacted to the smarting slap to her backside.

Melinda didn't really acknowledge Bill, her voice seemingly lost to her thoughts.

"Go ahead Marty, dig in. She's a great cook to boot. It's an unbeatable combination, ain't life grand!?"

The two began idly digging into the meal Melinda had provided, Bill, seemingly ignoring her, Marty, still staring in disbelief. Bill had shoveled some pancakes into his mouth, and was washing it down with some coffee when he spotted Marty still ogling at the naked woman.

"Aren't they the greatest set of tits, you've ever seen?" He reached over and pinched a long nipple, rolling it as Melinda moaned and squirmed. "And her nipples are super sensitive!" Melinda's eyes rolled back in their sockets momentarily as he toyed with her, hile he continued eating. Melinda didn't move one bit, frozen in her spot, seemingly awaiting Bill's next command.

Bill continued eating, constantly encouraging Marty to eat, while, at the same time, pointing out and playing with his newest toy, and her amazing attributes. The two consumed their meals in their entirety, Bill eating more than Marty, whose mind seemed preoccupied. Bill ordered Melinda to refresh their coffee.

When Melinda returned to the table, Bill provided the impetus to push things along. "You know Marty? Mysteria has this wonderful talent, that I'm sure she's dying to show you. Go ahead my sweet thing. Crawl under the table and show Marty what a great cocksucker you are. I know you've been thinking about it ever since you've seen him. You just gotta have some of that wonderful cock, don't you? You love cock, any cock, big cock, small cock, thin cock, thick cock. The more cock, the better. You said so yourself!"

Bill grabbed the long ponytail and pulled down sharply, bringing Melinda to her knees by his side. "Good girl! Now go show our friend, Marty how good you are." Bill slapped her ass once more, starting her on her venture under the table.

Bill grew amused, watching as Marty shifted in his seat, squirming and wriggling, helping Melinda free his swollen snake. It was nearly comical, as Bill did his best to continue on with his conversation with Marty as if what was happening was completely normal. Bill drank his coffee, encouraging Marty to disregard her and concentrate on their conversation. Marty did his best to appease his friend, trying to keep a straight face along with maintain a normal conversation.

"You know? I can even guarantee that she'll cum just by sucking your cock alone!" Bill's whisper carried across the table as he leaned closer to his friend. Bill could see that Marty wasn't going to be able to hold out much longer. His eyes were already rolling around in their sockets, his speech was quickly becoming slurred and stuttered.

Bill slapped the two remotes down on the table and waited, waited for that moment, when Marty would hold back no longer. His fingers were poised over the buttons, while he sipped his coffee nonchalantly.

The moment Marty drew in a marked, sharp breath, Bill's fingers descended upon the remotes, firing up the sex toys still snugly nestled within Melinda. The resulting screams from Marty and Melinda filled the household as Marty shot off into Melinda's mouth, her body noticeably convulsing beneath the table.

 

[little_golden]

Seeing Bill in all showered and ready put Melinda in a more relaxed mood. She knew that she was a good cook and that Bill should be pleased with her breakfast. Seeing Bill holding the two remote controls was a bit unnerving and it reminded her that she wasn't so happy with the little devices that Bill had nastily plugged within her body. The black rubber like panties were very tight against her body and firmly wrapped and accented her sweet bum.

Melinda never even noticed the presence of the local mailman until it was too late. He was at the door and Melinda tried to signal Bill not to open the door. Bill, of course, ignored her waves and signals .

"Bill.... But...." Melinda tried to voice some opposition to Bill's intention to let the mailman in but Bill just ignored it.

When the mailman appeared at the doorway and Bill welcomed him in, Melinda could have shit her panties. The only savings grace was that she was masked, wearing at least the black rubber like panties, and that there was no way for the mailman to recognize her. Melinda avoiding speaking as she tried to figure out whether or not she recognized the mailman.

As she scanned through her memory, she knew he wasn't the regular guy for her house with Jim. However, she was certain she had seen him somewhere before. It rattled her brain as she tried to figure it out.

Is he a past customer at the store?... Or is it church?.... Maybe I know his wife? Maybe he plays soccer or something with Jim? Melinda pondered a she shuffled about the kitchen trying to get the food served quickly and efficiently. She didn't like the fact that Bill was extending this little situation to include others.

Human nature took over as Melinda stole a glance at the mailman who Bill happily ushered into the kitchen. He was grinning and Melinda could feel him eyeing her up and down and drawing his own conclusions. She assumed he thought she was a whore or some whacked out bondage girl.

Oh God... He's staring at my breasts... Oh God... My nipples... his attention... I can feel my nipples growing... Oh God... Their getting harders... He's going to notice.... I'll just act normal... Their so big.... Melinda thought secretly.

Melinda quickly assessed that the mailman was a good looking chap, brown hair, tanned, obviously younger than Bill, but older than Jim. He was obviously fit. As she took a second, but very discrete peek at him as she laid out two glasses of freshly squeezed OJ before the men, she couldn't help but notice the mailman's huge erection buried beneath his uniformed pants.

Bill ignored Melinda's pleading cry for him not to do that to her, but as Marty came inside, he watched as Melinda went suddenly silent. Following the path of her eyes, he could see that she was eying the long snake that had appeared within Marty's shorts. Marty was a good looking man, a few years younger than Bill, who kept himself in good shape, thanks to his vigorous morning walking, delivering the mail. His sandy brown hair, and tanned complexion made him quite popular among the ladies. Bill had never seen him naked, but judging by the bulge in his pants, it appeared that he was well packaged, though not as thick as Bill.

"Yes Bill" Melinda spoke softly as Bill ordered Melinda to set Marty up with a full breakfast. She scooted around the kitchen and in less than a minute both men had full plates of eggs, bacon, pancakes, hash browns, coffee, OJ and other odds and ends.

Melinda knew that Marty was still staring and he seemed a little dumbfounded at the situation. With the men served Melinda wanted to disappear from their site, and escape from the nut house. Before she could slip away Bill decided on some introductions:

"Marty. This here, is Mysteria Hardwood. She's one of the newest stars that's about to hit the big time. I'm her agent, and we were blocking out some scenes for a new upcoming film. She is absolutely the best, and she just craves cock."

"Ouch... giggle ... giggle" Melinda responded in reflex to Bill smacking her sweet ass. She jumped up and her big breasts jiggled back and forth in front of Marty's eyes. He was staring so hard that Melinda thought he might have been hypnotized by them. She could see in his eyes that he was just dying to touch them.

Bill spoke up:

"Ain't that right?"

Melinda wasn't sure if she was supposed to speak or not so she remained silent. Her train of thought on Marty was broken. She knew Bill was up to something and now was starting to wonder if this whole episode had been planned out in advance.

Bill spoke again and this time Melinda was more careful to listen closely:

"Go ahead Marty, dig in. She's a great cook to boot. It's an unbeatable combination, ain't life grand!?"

As the men began to eat, Melinda took a few paces backwards towards the kitchen sink. She wanted to make sure that the food was keeping warm and not burning. Although she had served generous portions she wasn't sure if the men might want a second helping. She came back with the coffee pot and topped up their mugs. She placed the coffee pot between the men.

While she stood near the table, Melinda turned back to face the men as she heard Bill tell Marty:

"Aren't they the greatest set of tits, you've ever seen? And her nipples are super sensitive!"

"Giggle... giggle" Melinda blurted out as Bill unexpectedly reached out and rolled her long extended nipples. It sent a wave of pleasure through her body and her hands instinctively went towards her tight black rubber panties. She fought for control of her senses. She could feel the arousal growing under the glare of the two men and Bill's touch.

Though Bill let go of her nipples, Melinda stayed in place. She figured that the mailman would want to touch her too. It was almost a test to see if he would want to. In her mask, Melinda was blushing, though Marty and Bill couldn't see it. Melinda was looking at Marty and stunned to see the attention he was giving her. He was actually spilling a little of his coffee through his inattention to eating. He eyes were locked up her.

If I touched his cock... I bet he would ejaculate.... He looks like he's going to explode.... He's really turned on... Poor boy.... Melinda secretly realized.

Melinda didn't even hear Bill pointing out her features to Marty. He was grinning at her and she was lost in pondering what he might be thinking.

Bill rattled on after he had devoured his morning feast:

"You know Marty? Mysteria has this wonderful talent, that I'm sure she's dying to show you. Go ahead my sweet thing. Crawl under the table and show Marty what a great cocksucker you are. I know you've been thinking about it ever since you've seen him. You just gotta have some of that wonderful cock, don't you? You love cock, any cock, big cock, small cock, thin cock, thick cock. The more cock, the better. You said so yourself!"

"Ahhh" Melinda gasped in surprise at the order. As his words registered in her brain, it was only half a surprise she had to admit to herself. The quick and sharp tug to her long brown ponytail brought Melinda to her knees.

He spoke firmly but politely, as if it was a routine request:

"Good girl! Now go show our friend, Marty how good you are."

Melinda gave another nervous giggle as Bill slapped her ass once more time as she squirmed her way under the table towards Marty's crotch. It was tight under the table as she snaked her way to Marty and then found a good position as he hands ascended up his legs to his zipper. With ease she unzipped his fly and worked her hand into his pants.

Oh God... It's big and hard... and so hot Melinda thought as she gave his organ a squeeze and a good patting down as she assessed it's size and mass.

I want it in my pussy.... Just to see how it feels.... Melinda thought secretly. She felt safe under the table to think such dirty thoughts.

It's too big to get through the fly... I'll have to unbuckle his pants....and open the snap....It's a biggie all right.... Melinda decided as her hands now worked in combination to free the belt, and unsnap the front of the mailman's pants.

After a few more seconds she had snaked big 10 inch cock through the little flap in his underwear and out through the opened zipper. There she have it a quick hand job and rubbed it up and down with firm hard motions. The friction creating a soothing heat, and she could feel Marty squirming at her her touch. It gave her a sense of power as she began to lick his big ole cock and could sense the pleasure she was bestowing on the mailman.

He's remember this for a long time Melinda thought as she secretly grinned under her mask.

Melinda knew the men were talking through their words were muffled by the table and her concentration on Marty's cock. She was now gobbling his cock into her mouth, as her hot breath tease it, and her soft velvet like tongue worked its tip in a delightful and teasing fashion. As she could feel its pulsating power, Melinda began to pump his cock back and forth in her mouth as her hands now fiddled with his balls,

He had big balls... The biggest I've ever touched Melinda realized as she carefully worked them around and teased them. She knew when he fired off his cum he'd flood her mouth.

I'll have to deep throat him.... or it's going to be a big mess.... Timing....He's going to blow.... I can feel it.... Melinda realized.

Melinda had no idea what Bill was confiding to Bill, but she felt the deep vibrations and teasings of the two little gadgets buried in her, as Bill without warning turned on his little electronic devices. Melinda swallowed the big pink helmeted cock and she cold feel the hot slick salty taste blasting in her mouth.

But before she could swallow first and second helpings, she was jerked on the floor as the waves of sexual stimulation overcame her senses, Unknown to Marty, his first load had only been half swallowed, and his second stream had flooded her face as she fell backwards at his feet.

"Ohhh... ohhh... oooo.... I'm cumming" Melinda moaned out unable to withstand the electronic sexual onslaught of her sweet delicate body. Her nipples were fully erect and her hands now held them tightly and squeezed hard.

As Marty looked under the table, it was a sight to see Melinda squirming around on her back, as she appeared to be milking her own nipples. Long moaning sounds escaped her cum dripping lips.

"Oooooooohhhhh..... AAAAAAAaaaaaaaa" Melinda continued to moan and grunt while the little toys worked their magic.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Bill watched as Melinda wriggled and writhed on the floor beneath him. He looked back up to see Marty looking in bewilderment at the practically naked, masked bombshell exploding in an apparent earth shattering orgasm. Bill almost broke out into complete laughter, at the sight of his eyes bulging out. Melinda was gyrating uncontrollably as she tugged at her nipples, screaming and moaning as her body erupted in numerous orgasms.

"See? I told you so! She just craves cock, and has her own orgasms whenever a cock explodes!" Without turning down the controls to the electronic toys tickling her sex, Bill continued his torment of Melinda's mind and body. "Isn't that right honey?"

Melinda continued to slither about the floor like a snake, Marty's cum still puddled across her face and dribbled across her tits. She moaned and groaned, and though it was clearly impossible to fully comprehend what Melinda was saying, it sure sounded like, "YESSSssssss ... Please oooooohhh YESSssss ... Oooooohhhh ggggoooddddd YESSSsssss!"

Bill smiled at Marty knowingly and winked. "You know she's gotta be soaking wet in those panties right now! I bet she wants some real cock in there instead. Isn't that right, babe? You want some real cock in that wet little pussy?"

Again, Melinda seemed to moan in the affirmative, obviously wrapped in the throes of the orgasms literally ripping through her body. Unable to stop the sensations, her hands were gripping her own breasts, fists grabbing her nipples and pulling them from her chest as her head flailed from side to side.

Bill continued his torment. "Ahh, those tits! Look at those wonderful tits Marty! She just wants us to take them and do as we please with them! Don't you? Don't you want our hot wet mouths clamped on those tits, suckling on those nice, fat, long, nipples? You'd really like that wouldn't you?"

Bill was beside himself, listening to Melinda plead, willing to do almost anything, just to give her body a chance, even if it was the slightest chance to recover from the hypersensitive abuse he was administering to her.

Picking up the remotes, he finally turned them off, watching Melinda's chest rise and fall rapidly, eagerly trying to regenerate the oxygen her body required. His abuse of Melinda was far from over, evil ideas were filling his head, as quickly as her chest was rising and falling.

"Now crawl on up to the room. Crawl on up there and crawl onto the bed, getting ready for another wild ride."

Melinda wasn't moving fast enough for Bill, beads of sweat covered her body, as she still struggled to regain some kind of composure. Bill pulsed the remotes, firing them up, just long enough to remind Melinda, that she ought to do what he said, otherwise suffer the consequences. Her body lurched as her back arched off the floor. She quickly scrambled to her hands and knees and started moving in the direction of the stairs.

Bill followed close behind, consistently urging her onward with sporadic bursts of sensitive vibrations, some causing Melinda to collapse, others pushing her forward. Marty followed right behind Bill at his friend's command, following the two up the steps and into the bedroom.

The unique smell of sex was very strong in this room, and the majority of the smell came from Melinda. She had finally made it upon the bed and was on all fours, awaiting Bill's next command, waiting to see what he had planned.

Bill had directed Marty to one side of the bed, and Bill moved to the other. Bill refastened the chain to her collar. Both Bill and Marty, then fastened lengths of chain and shackles to her ankles and wrists. Her huge tits dangled down, long nipples almost brushing against the pillowy comforter. Both Bill and Marty, each took one tit and feasted at will.

They squeezed, pinched, pulled, licked, sucked, nibbled and chewed to their hearts' content, listening to Melinda's mewls quickly turn into cries of pleasure. Bill had long ago abandoned the remotes, knowing full well, that their attention to her new breasts was exciting her to no end. Her hips were grinding against an imaginary lover, humping up and down on an imaginary cock, as their mouths and hands continued to assault her mountainous assets.

Finally, after almost an hour of agonizing torture, Bill rolled the rubber panties from Melinda's hips. Needless to say, she was soaking wet, a geyser of pent up fluids finally enjoyed the freedom to run free. Thick rivers ran down her inner thighs, and pooled on the bed beneath her. He rolled the panties all the way to her ankles, unable to take them off any further because of the shackles. The vibrating dildo came out with an audible plop, followed by another rush of pent up fluids, flowing freely from the gaping hole. Bill then carefully removed the butterfly, but not before rubbing her distended clit, causing another orgasm to rip through her.

Bill took over his directorial personality again, and ordered Marty to crawl beneath Melinda's body. It didn't take long for Marty to position himself so that the masked marvel could squat lower and take his cock into her stretched, overly lubricated pussy. The two began fucking away as Bill watched, Melinda's pussy way too wet and stretched, as Marty's cock sloshed in and out, the two trying desperately to keep him trapped inside.

Bill then moved in behind Melinda and offered his solution. Taking his own cock in his hand, he nuzzled his cock right up against Marty's ... and pushed ... forward ... into Melinda's pussy!

The guys had forced both their cocks, Marty's long cock, and Bill's tree stump, into her pussy, and both were fucking her at the same time! For the next half hour or so, the two men fucked in tandem, in unison, and disjointedly, both cocks pistoning in and out of Melinda's stretched opening, that was now suddenly snug tight!

Melinda seemed to be enjoying the attention, Marty taking the time to attend to her tits as they fucked away. Bill had, in the meantime, used her ponytail as a rein, pulling her head back, and using that as leverage for his thrusts.

Finally, it wasn't clear, who yelled first, but one cock's explosion, immediately triggered the other's causing her cavernous opening to fill to beyond overflowing.

By the time they pulled out, Melinda had thick rivers of cum trailing down her thighs, her pussy quivering from the attention, a gaping black hole, staring back at Bill. Both guys were quick to put their cocks to Melinda's mouth for cleaning before Bill finally dismissed Marty.

He left Melinda chained to the bed as he walked Marty to the door, and escorted him out, promising him, that as long as Mysteria Hardwood, was around, he was free to enjoy her talents. Bill returned to the room and freed Melinda from her binds.

"I've got some errands to run," Bill announced. "Your car is in the driveway. You can stay here if you want, or you can leave. In either case, make sure you are at the shop by nine o'clock tonight! Don't be late!"

Bill paid Melinda very little further regard as he busied himself and left the house. As he drove off, he wondered, if Melinda would leave, or if she'd stay? He also wondered what she'd wear, given that she didn't have any clothes at his place? In either case, he was looking forward to seeing Melinda at the shop tonight, where he had another little surprise in store for her!

 

[little_golden]

Melinda moaned as she squirmed, wriggled and writhed on the floor before Bill and Marty. She was helpless as Bill's toys worked their sexual magic and forced Melinda to give in to the pleasures inflicted upon her young delicious body.

Oh God... I can't help myself.... Their watching.... Marty's staring..... Look at their cocks... Their loving this... I can't stop my moaning and squirming and their loving it.... I'm helpless at their feet.... Oh no.... I'm cumming again... Yes..... Oh yessssssss Melinda thought as she bucked up and down like a bitch in heat.

"Yessssss..... Yessss.....OOOOOOOOO..... yessssssss" Melinda moaned out as the pleasure ripped through her body and her love juices exploded within her.

It was humiliating to be on display in this fashion. Yet, she couldn't stop Bill. Candy had gotten her into this mess but it was now all Bill. Somehow he was becoming much more nasty and hard to please than the man she had first met at his sex shop.

he's laughing.... Grinning... He loves this... He's getting off on it.... They both are Melinda realized as she continued to tug and twist her big extended nipples to add to her pleasure. It had a grounding effect as the pleasure was mixed with pain and somehow allowed her to think a little more clearly.

As she looked up, she realized that Bill was speaking to her and she had to listen careful as he asked her:

"Isn't that right honey?"

Melinda had no idea what he was really asking her. But she didn't want to risk offending him and thereby pissing him off. At that moment before she could answer, her body quivered again and she blurted out in pleasureful moans:

"YESSSssssss ... Please oooooohhh YESSssss ... Oooooohhhh ggggoooddddd YESSSsssss!"

For a few seconds Melinda closed her eyes as she felt more of her love juices seemingly cascading within her sweet pussy. The big dildo was still stuck deep within her and pulsated but she knew it was the tight rubber panties keeping it there.

Bill was calling to her, and when she heard his voice she opened her pretty brown eyes. He spoke:

"Isn't that right, babe? You want some real cock in that wet little pussy?"

Ironically, the very thought of a nice big real cock within her, made Melinda even more horny. She ached for a release from the constant mechanical pleasure being inflicted. But the thought of a slow human cock triggered its own pleasurable thoughts.

Oh God... I'm so wet.... It feels like an ocean between my legs..... It's so hot and bubbly..... and slippery Melinda secretly realized.


Melinda moaned another "yes" and her head nodded her agreement. It was more an automatic response than a fully thought out answer. Right now, she wanted to get showered, get home, sweet talk Jim and figure things out. But her carnal cravings triggered by Bill were numbing her logical thoughts. True enough she wanted a big hard cock to "finish it off".

She worked her nipples harder and harder. They were huge, erect, and unimaginably long. As Melinda looked at them, she was still shocked. They were just so big and crude looking. They used to be so small, perky and pretty. Now they were so darn sensitive too. She couldn't help but touch them.

Bill voice spoke up and she had to focus her brain to hear and understand him:

"Ahh, those tits! Look at those wonderful tits Marty! She just wants us to take them and do as we please with them! Don't you? Don't you want our hot wet mouths clamped on those tits, suckling on those nice, fat, long, nipples? You'd really like that wouldn't you?"

Melinda was smiling at the very thought. It was exactly what they craved. Her nipples needed more attention. If the two men, Marty and Bill sucked them, she was sure that would help her. It seemed so simple.

if they just helped.... It would be like scratching an itch.... I just need some help..... Melinda mentally figured out.

Seconds later when Bill turned off the two remotes, Melinda lay on the kitchen floor like a blob of jelly. She was hot and exhausted. Her body glistened with perspiration and her lungs worked hard to allow her to catch her breath. She was lost in the quiet and peace of the moment.

Bill was speaking and her ears tweaked:

"Now crawl on up to the room. Crawl on up there and crawl onto the bed, getting ready for another wild ride."

I can't... I'm too tired.... Too wet.... Too sore... I need to go home Melinda thought as her brain cleared from the fast action Bill had imposed upon her. She didn't move but continued to rest on the floor with her eyes closed. The floor has a cold sensation that helped to cool her down. Her hands reached up to cover her nipples and where possible the tips of her breasts as if trying to protect her modesty.

Oh God... What a mess.... I have Bill watching me... His friend Marty the mailman.... They want to fuck.... I'm in this silly outfit..... I'm got to run Melinda tried to figure out a solution. Although only a few seconds had passed her brain was racing.

"OOOoooo" Melinda blurted out as Bill unexpected ended her thinking as he cranked on the two remotes to give Melinda a short quick jolt. Melinda jumped on the ground and then crawling on her hands and knees she raced from the kitchen, up the stairs, into the bedroom and then onto the bed.

I can't take those machines.... Their too exhausting.... If they want to fuck me... Bill will have to take them out.... It's the only way.... I'll play along.... They'll get tired of me.... Melinda secretly thought.

No sooner had she slipped onto the bed, she realized that the two men were now in the room too. It made her nervous and she felt a chill in the air. She waited.

Her heart sunk as she felt a tug to her collar and then a metallic snapping sound as Bill refastened the chain to her collar. As seconds passed, the two men re-secured the various chains and shackles to her ankles and wrists.

Tied up again... Like an animal.... I can't even run.... Melinda realized as she knelt on all fours on the soft stinky bed. The room stank like sweat and sex.

"Ohhh" Melinda gasped as she felt two pairs of hands, now grabbing at her her pillowy breasts and then rough calloused fingers touching her ever so sensitive nipples. She could feel ripples of pleasure from their collective efforts. Marty and Bill then teased her as they squeezed, pinched, pulled, licked, sucked, nibbled and chewed on her nipples and breasts. Melinda was lost in the moment and simply gave in. She continued to moan and grunt as the two men pleasured her and as they did so, she could feel the arousal growing within her.

Oh God... I'm so easy.... All a man has to do is touch me in the right spot..... Maybe love and sex aren't so closely related after all.... Ohhhh.... How they touch me..... So wonderful.... Melinda mentally worked as she struggled with the lustful sensations.

Time was lost on Melinda as the two men carefully worked her body to a level of lust and readiness. She was pushing her legs apart trying to encourage the men.

I need to be mounted... I need a cock ... now.... right now Melinda realized and she worked again to signal her readiness to the men. She didn't want to have to beg for it. There was new heat between her legs and she knew how to solve that burning need. Her hips were grinding in the air and she was eager for a big cock. Her head, within the black leather hood, was nodding up and down. She looked liked like a mare prancing her mane up and down in some strange horse ritual.

Melinda felt a strange wet sensation, as Bill now rolled down her rubber panties. They were tight and slippery but Bill worked hard as he tugged them from her sweet ass down to her knees. As the air sucked in there was a cooling sensation and a welcome relief to Melinda.

Yukkkkkk Melinda thought as she felt the slick wetness now dripping from her pussy from all around sliding down her legs. It was gross to feel the mixture of love juices and sweat freely flowing down her in a hundred little streams. She thought of a shower, and the little water beads linking together ever so slowly and then suddenly linking and racing down to the drain.

After a few seconds the smell of her body struck Melinda. It was no longer the room that stank but it was Melinda and those rubber panties. They smelt like sex and sweat. It was overpowering her nostrils.

Melinda felt the men give the black rubber panties another pull and this time they slipped under her knees and stopped at her ankles.

"Ohhh" Melinda moaned, for as she shifted her weight ever so slightly, the big vibrating dildo slipped out with a loud plopping noise that sounded like a fart. Melinda resisted moaning as another rush of pent up fluids, flowed freely and she felt like a dripping water pipe.

A few seconds went by, as Melinda felt like a patient in surgery, Bill continued with his efforts to get Melinda ready for an old fashioned fuck. Melinda felt relief as Bill removed the strange butterfly contraption but then she could help but grunt softly as Bill rubbed her distended clit, and her body bucked in anticipation.

Melinda knew she was ready for Bill or Marty. Bill had seen to that. It was a just a matter of waiting. The anticipation was building the arousal within her. She was craving cock and soon they would give it to her.

A moment of confusion occurred to Melinda as she listened to Bill ordering Marty to crawl beneath her. At Bill's direction she squatted lower and easily received Marty's hard long cock into her well stretched and dripping wet oven like pussy. It felt wonderful though not so tight. Melinda did her best to squeeze upon it, and she moaned in delight as Marty made it his mission to fuck her. Up and down she went as Marty now fucked her pussy like an eager horny teenager.

Melinda ignored Bill, and let Marty pump away eagerly and happily. It was strange to Melinda that she seemed so big down there. Slowly it dawned on her that the big dildo had pushed her opening very wide and that Marty's cock was eagerly flying around her wide open pleasure portals. It was confusing to her body as she craved Marty to push it in deeper and harder but though he did it didn't trigger her normal response. It felt more like a man teasing her, but letting his cock only halfway in, and then jerking it back and forth. Melinda wanted deeper and harder.

Melinda felt her bonds move as she felt Bill crawling onto the bed and positioning himself against Marty and herself. For a second she wasn't sure if Bill was going to fuck her or Marty. The confusion was cleared when she suddenly felt Bill cock plunged into her sweet stretched pussy next to Marty's. Now it was tight and she squeezed upon the two cock creating a nice tight honey hole.

Melinda was now moaning and grunting with the intense pleasure the two cocks were providing to her. She could feel the two cocks as they worked their magic upon her. It seemed unbelievable but she could distinguish them. Bill's cock was just so darn wide as he worked it back and forth in opposite motion to the much longer but thinner cock of Marty the mailman.

Melinda could only hold it together for about three minutes as the men rocketed their cocks within her pussy before she reached her own mini-orgasm. All three were moaning and grunting in lustful heated passion. She was loving the experience. She could feel hands touching her ass and caressing her breasts.

After that she just let go and the two men fucked her and fucked her at their own pace to their own delight for another half hour or so. Every stroke and thrust she had felt intensely. She was exhausted. Had she not been chained to the bed and resting on Marty she would had collapsed from exhaustion.

Then it happened, she could feel Bill tugging at her ponytail, and Marty milking her nipples. The men were grunting harder and louder and pushing their army of cocks into her deeper and faster. Then she felt a pulsating within her and then several rushes of sperm coating her sweet steamy pussy. She was filled to the brim and then some more.

She could hear the two men panting from their physical exertion. Their bodies were wet with sweat and they stank like professional football players. After a few seconds they simply pulled out their cocks and slipped off the bed. A moment or two later, she was licking off their cocks as Bill tugged on her ponytail. The men were strangely quiet. Bill left her there as he and Marty left the room.

Melinda listened carefully and she realized that Marty and Bill were whispering outside in the hall. It sounded like the men were getting dressed. A minute later she could hear the front door open, some muffled voices, and then the door closed.


Thirty seconds later, Bill returned upstairs to the bedroom and Melinda could feel Bill releasing the various restraints and bonds. The blinds were now open on the windows and sunlight seemed to stream in. Everything seemed different as Bill spoke calmly and plain like as if nothing strange had just occurred:

"I've got some errands to run... Your car is in the driveway. You can stay here if you want, or you can leave. In either case, make sure you are at the shop by nine o'clock tonight! Don't be late!"

Bill unlocked the mask, and before she could turn around he was gone. Melinda rubbed her ankles and wrists to restore any lost circulation. Quickly she slipped off the black leather hood and the collar from around her neck. She slumped in the bed and closed her eyes to rest only for a few seconds. But exhausted as she was, she drifted into a deep sleep for an hour or so.

When she awoke she wondered if the whole thing had been a strange dream or nightmare. But as she lifted herself off the bed, she saw the black leather hood, the collar, and the restraints on the floor of the bed. It all came back in a flash and Melinda knew it was very real. She was in Bill's house and she needed to escape before he came back.

Melinda panicked as she looked around the room for her own clothing. She couldn't find it anywhere. From Bill's closet she stole a white dress shirt and pulled it on and then buttoned a dozen or so tiny plastic buttons. The shirt was huge upon her and drifted almost to her knees. Barefoot, dressed only in a white dress shirt she scrambled down the stairs to the kitchen. There on the table she saw her keys and purse and grabbed them as she ran to the front door.

At the door she waited. She was tormented as to whether or not she should clean up the house before leaving....

 

[little_golden]

Melinda felt a wave of nausea goes through her tummy as she stood nervously in the doorway of Bill's house. She wanted to run to her car and go home. She wanted to forgot about this morning and last night. She was desperate for a safe place and a long hot bath. Yet, a little voice in her head was warning her that she shouldn't be so quick in running away from Bill place.

His house is a mess.... Maybe he expects me to clean it.... The kitchen and bedroom.... Maybe this is a test.... I know he'll chain me again.... I don't want to piss him off.... and that box of toys.... I need to see it.... and that hood.... There was something really weird about it.... I don't know how long I have... But I can hurry... Melinda thought to herself and then made the decision to return to the house.

Dressed only in Bill's white dress shirt, she now raced about the kitchen. First she cleared the dishes from the table, and put food away. Then she loaded the dishes and by hand washed the frying pan and other pots and pans. As the soapy hot water drained from the sink, she wiped off the counter tops, stove top, and then swept the floor. The last step was on her hands and knees she gave the floor a quick mop and then a nice shiny wax job. Melinda was excellent in her domestic skills.

With the kitchen finished she hurried up stains and for the next half hour, she cleaned his bathroom, bedrooms, hallways and stairs. She kept going and soon was doing laundry too. First it was just the bedsheets and linen but then a second load of Bill's clothing too. Melinda cleaned and vacuumed Bill's living room too.

Looking up at the clock Melinda realized that another hour had passed and that she had to check out Bill's box of toys. Then she remembered that Bill had taken them from her shop. She was fascinated with the black leather hood and knew that she just couldn't leave his house without it. She felt a strange connection to it.

Melinda found the box and its strange sex toys. She had piled the sex toys that Bill had used upon her back into the box. Seeing the huge dildo, she felt a quiver in her body - it was just so huge. Looking around the room, Melinda was tempted to grab the remote controls but couldn't find them. She wanted to grab the box and run. But she was scared.

All she could do was reach for the black leather hood and then she grabbed it and raced for the front door. ...

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Twenty minutes later Melinda pulled into her driveway. Though she was being carefully watched by her nosy neighbour across the street, Melinda tried be nonchalant as she hurried to her front door, fumbled with the lock and then quickly closed the door behind her. It was now late afternoon.

I can't believe I did that... I was walking around in Bill's dress shirt... Anyone could probably see my boobs pressing against the white fabric.... When I sat down in the car... That shirt barely covered anything..... Thank God I wasn't stopped by the cops.... No Jim around....Good... I've got to clean this house and get washed up.... Look at the time Melinda thought as she tried to make her screwed up life seem a little normal.

Melinda abandoned her hopes of a long hot bath that would potentially cleanse her body and soul. Guilt flooded through her brain as she replayed much of the previous night with Bill, his friend and the bums from the liquor store. Now it was all crystal clear. She couldn't believe that she had fucked so many men in such a short space of time.

She pondered the fact that she had been a virgin all through her school years. Melinda had waited to her honeymoon to give Jim her most precious of gifts. She recalled the fact that, on her first time, Jim had seemed impossibly big and that it had been a mixed experience that first time. Now only a few years into their marriage, Melinda had been very unfaithful. Guilt continued to float inside and outside of Melinda. Unknown to Melinda, she was very vulnerable to both Candy, Malcolm and any other ghostly entity.

Melinda took a quick shower and the pulsating jets of hot water was a relief to her sore body. It felt heavenly, to have the water pounding across her back, breasts, legs, arms, and all across her body. She must have lathered up herself three times with the soapy body wash and then rinsed it off. It felt so refreshing to clean the seed of the men from her body. She washed and conditioned her hair twice to make sure the smell of smoke, liquor and sex was completely gone.

After turning the facets off, she using a clean white terry cloth towel, to dry herself. As she looked in the mirror she didn't feel like an angel in white. She barely recognized the women in the reflection who stared back at her. This wasn't the same innocent sweet girl from a month ago. So very much had changed in a month.

After Melinda had dried and styled her hair she lightly applied her make-up. Melinda didn't realize that she now wore twice as much make-up as she used to. Her lips were heavily coated in red lipstick and her eyes sparkled from all the attention they now received.

In her room, Melinda shed the towel, and dressed into a short black skirt and a ruffled white lace blouse. She wore long black stocking. The panties she wore were a white lacy thong and she skipped completely a bra. She slipped on a pair of black 2 inch high heels and hurried to start her house cleaning. She really wasn't paying much attention to her clothing at all.

Hurrying, Melinda began her cleaning of her home. For the next three hours, Melinda Gordon performed all her domestic duties from cleaning toilets, to washing dished, to doing the laundry with the greatest of perfection. Unknown to Melinda, as she fluttered about the house in a near mindless state, Candy was working on her guilt, and replaying her acts if unfaithfulness over and over.

As Melinda finished her cleaning, she looked up in a mirror that she had just cleaned. There before Melinda was a big titted maid or servant woman. This woman looked low class and a slut. This woman was the new Melinda Gordon.

Upstairs she went, and in her room, she quickly buried the black leather hood and Bill's shirt into her lingerie drawer. Just as she finished a phone rang and she hurried to answer it.

"Hello... Melinda speaking...." she spoke softly into the phone. Melinda felt a chill run through her body as Candy slipped inside her. Melinda wanted to speak but couldn't. It was too late for Candy had assumed complete control of her body and its functions.

"Hello... Melinda speaking...." she spoke softly into the phone. Melinda felt a chill run through her body as Candy slipped inside her. Melinda wanted to speak but couldn't. It was too late for Candy had assumed complete control of her body and its functions.

It's James Burton... What does he want? Melinda thought nervously as she quickly recognized his voice. He seemed to be rambling on in a rant that he had left a message and that she hadn't phoned him back in a timely manner. He wanted the contacts and help that she had somehow promised him. he was angry and putting out demands for her to come up with some customers and easy sales. Otherwise he was threatening to make some waves in the community.

"Hi James.... Yes James... Of course I remember... Yes... I will help you.... You know that I like you... Yes I love being fucked by you..... We just need some motivated buyers.... Sure I can make some cold calls wit you and tease the would be buyers.... or maybe.... we set up a few of Jim's colleagues or aquaintances.... You know the old.... You know you catch the firefighter with his buddy's wife.... You agree not to tell if he buys a vacuum.... You get the sale and everything stays mum forever.... easy as pie.... I bet you have other ideas too..... You just drop by the day after tomorrow and we'll work it out out to your pleasure... Okay... Yes... Bye for now...." Candy spoke in a perfect Melinda like voice and tone. It had been a flawless performance.

Melinda was furious at the plotting Candy had done with James.

That's just wrong... I can't believe you did that!... Get out of my body....." Melinda whined mentally to Candy.

"Oh shut up bitch" Candy replied sharply as she walked around the house. She loved the feeling of Melinda's body.

"I have a new trick to show you" Candy laughed as she strutted to a mirror to better look into Melinda's eyes. She really liked Melinda's new look. The big boobs, the make-up and the slut like attitude was a big improvement over little Miss Prissy of Smalltown U.S.A..

Candy explained to Melinda:

"Yeah... I can temporarily eject you from your host body.... You won't even remember a thing that I do or say.... You get trapped inside someone else's body for a spell of time... You don't have the power to control them... But you will feel their emotions, thoughts and experiences.... Just wait..... I'll show you when the time is right!"

Melinda was helpless as Candy went up to her room. There she found the black leather mask and attached it to Melinda's head. She secured it tightly and then slipped onto the bed. In a few minutes Candy had succeeded in forcing Melinda into a deep sleep.....

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

James Burton

James had been quite frustrated. He had been anxiously waiting for Melinda to call him back. It had practically been all day, and she had not returned his call. By the time he decided to call back a second time, he had become quite furious. His anger had ebbed however, when Melinda picked up the phone and assured him that she loved to fuck, and would do so with him, in addition to helping him get some additional sales.

He had been quite surprised to hear of her ideas on how to secure some sales. He hadn't even thought of trying to sell the vacuums to men. He had always assumed it was the woman he should be selling to. He had been envisioning Melinda with another woman, extolling on the benefits of the attachments, showing them off, and helping show her female friends the self induced pleasures the gadget could bring.

He immediately saw Melinda in a totally different light now. She was a slut! She was willing to fuck around with her hubby's friend's just to blackmail them into buying one of his units. An evil grin crossed his face as he began to smile. He was surprised he hadn't thought of that!

He really didn't want to wait a couple more days to see, and fuck Melinda. He wanted some hot action before that! But the mere idea of fucking that little Miss Prissy of town, and her tight wet pussy just made his cock twitch with anticipation.

He hung up the phone and went about his business with reenergized enthusiasm.